Like many of the
negatives scanned so far, this one dates from the nineteen seventies.
I mentioned in the first
"Living in the past" post that some of these photographs told stories about my
relationships, including one “with
a small piece of woodland”. This picture is part of that story and relationship ... but part,
also, of another.
I have a whole series of negatives taken, like this one, of
insects seen while lying flat in the long grass of clearings within that
woodland. This one, of an odd couple sharing a grass stem, appealed to me
particularly. I wasn't always interested in printing my negatives once I'd seen
them ... but I made a lot of prints from this one, exploring its possibilities.
One of those explorations led me to make an intermediate lith
film copy negative. Lith film (for anyone not familiar with it, or too young to
remember it) was designed for production of photolithographic printing plates
and yielded a very high contrast, almost pure black and white image with no
intervening shades of grey. Since the original negative is fairly grainy, the
greys were partly preserved as textures.
I was pleased with the result, and printed a 500 by 750 mm
poster from it.
My father, at that time, was on a long and lonely nine month
unaccompanied posting, far from my mother, on the fringes of the Arabian Sea (not
a million miles, as it goes, from where my youngest brother now lives). I rolled
up the poster, put it in a tube, and posted it to him.
Goodness knows what he thought, when the tube arrived in his billet and he opened it. Of all the
things to receive, when far from home and hearth: a stylised poster of two ants.
I had sent it, thinking back, because I was pleased with and proud of it, and
wanted to show it; in retrospect, a pretty
egocentric impulse.
But, when I next saw him, after his return, he had the poster
amongst the things he had packed up and brought home with him. There were thumb
tack holes in its corners, and traces of Blu Tack on the back. It was battered,
torn and repaired in one place with adhesive tape. It had not just been kept; it had
been put up on show in a hot bunk room, for months on end; when damaged, it
had not been discarded but restored for continued display. It had not been left behind when he left; he had kept it, just as he kept things that I brought to him when I was a child.
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