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My name is Peter Scoular... and I photograph this beautiful life.

The Leadership race. NDP 2018

March 08, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

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KISS PROJECT

March 08, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

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At times, the social media stream of corrosive misery brings me down. 
Project Kiss is a reaction, living inside ideas and imagery of compassion, love, and tenderness -- a protest in these times. 
Please enjoy... reflect on kindness, lust, touch and love.


PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST: SEAN RANDALL

March 08, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

Sean William Randall, is a Saskatchewan based Canadian painter. Images were made one afternoon in his natural light studio. There, volumes of books were stacked everywhere... antique and modern camera gear in drawers and shelves, floor thick with vivid paint spatters, farm tools, brushes, unfinished canvas, exquisite finished works of art, music blasting, two hyper tailed dogs, their steamy breathe on the windows constantly looking in. Natural Light from above illuminates the large canvas in the center of the room, cold winter blue paint pulls you into a winter night scene.

“Sean William Randall’s cityscapes invoke our innate memory of place — walking downtown in the rain, sleepless, staring out into tiny worlds
across the darkness, hanging out by the empty Dairy Queen, staring at the long spring afternoon reflected in the shadows of the plate-glass
window. “These scenes catch the corner of my eye,” Randall says. “If I could, I would paint them right there.” Each scene plays with reflections, abstracting reality. Randall works from reference photos, but is not interested in the limitations of photo-realism dictated by the lens: single viewpoint, depth of field, random details. Instead, he strives to paint how we remember time, possibly outside the 21st century experience of it, mediated by digital devices that interrupt, freeze, instantly share, and recontextualize.”

- Margaret Bessai, Galleries West Magazine, Summer 2012

Spending an afternoon with Sean Randall in his natural light studio. Volumes of books stacked everywhere, antique and modern camera gear in drawers and shelves, floor thick with vivid paint spatters, farm tools, brushes, unfinished canvas, exquisite finished works of art, music blasting, two hyper tailed dogs, their steamy breathe on the windows constantly looking in. Natural Light from above illuminates the canvas in the centre of the room.

One of my favorite images. — with Sean W Randall.

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"The 'pliers' are long handled farrier or forge tongs, my grandfathers, he used them for shoeing his horses. I remember (as a kid) watching him use these " Randall says. DSC_3326-2DSC_3326-2

Working on a commision. The painting is of a winter night scene. Natural Light from above illuminates the unfinished canvas in the centre of the room.

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Sean Randall tells me about his Roliflex medium format twin lens reflex camera... or maybe he was talking about postmodern architecture, or the Paris–Roubaix bike race. DSC_3043DSC_3043

 

Black and white image, tools of the trade. DSC_3310DSC_3310

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"The brush, is actually 30 years old. probably the oldest I have, one I use periodically." DSC_3320DSC_3320

Such beauty in these tools.

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PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST: BRENDAN SCHICK

March 08, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

Brendan Schick Artist Portraits in their studio. I first met Brendan at an art show a number of years ago, i was drawn to his work. Recently i made my way to his studio to create images of him in his surroundings. I found his work environment meditative, focused, quiet. I see the work he was invovled with in these shots, as the moments when you awake and still feel your dreamy sleeping other self. In these images I also sense the hours of upon hours an artist spends alone with their work creating, involved, thinking, slaving away. Thanks Brendan.

I am interested in looking closely.

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I paint in the style of realism to emphasize the familiar, while also making the familiar metaphorical. Seeking out and creating objects, scenes, and spaces that seem in-between, dreamlike, and uncanny is the initial stage of my process. I then document my subjects through photos, sketches, and writing in order to reflect and invoke an atmosphere that replicates the original space of inspiration. Once these components are in place, I am ready to begin painting.

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Twisted masses of cloth, draped fabric, and ghostly hooded sweaters are common motifs, employed to entice the eye and suggest the contemplation of noncommittal forms. I’m looking for the strangely commonplace, and a cognitive dissonance that triggers lucid wakefulness.

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I draw to express and appreciate stillness, change, and complexity. This work is placid, slow moving, and meditative. Each piece appears as an ornately configured, organic specimen that references fungal growths, coral entities, plant life, and the world of microscopy. The imagery is isolated in negative space, and framed as a presentation, as if pinned inside a museum display case.

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Lucid wakefulness

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The ideas of presence, self/no self, emptiness and form, uncertainty, and humour are paramount in the discussion of my work. I strive to operate within the concept of the carnivalesque - to expose the ridiculous, and enjoy the confusion of existence with my audience through stories, beautiful and haunting imagery, and rich visual units of expression. 23631929_10155618461056609_4804787107819235037_o23631929_10155618461056609_4804787107819235037_o

 

 


SCARS Peter Scoular Images

March 05, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

SCARS PHOTO PROJECT 

PETER SCOULAR

I was 35 years old and the scar is a result of the extra folds of skin left over from dramatic weight loss from Bariatric or Weight Loss Surgery. I was having medical issues from the extra skin, so it was removed with an abdominalplasty or tummy tuck. Before the scar, I was dealing with issues like rashes, sores from skin on skin contact and just a self consciousness of "tucking" my extra skin into my pants when getting dressed.

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I am a very outgoing person,  but going to the pool was out of the question initially.I feel lighter (almost 15 pounds of skin was removed as I was a size 64 pant before surgery) and more confident. It has allowed me freedom in what I wear and my self perception.    DSC_3856-EditDSC_3856-Edit

Initially at the pool or beach, I get a few stares out of curiosity,  but once I explain why I have it and its purpose,  people are very accepting and actually congratulate me on taking control of my health with weight loss surgery and the operation that caused this scar. Who reacts to it the most? Children.

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At the age of 28, I was diagnosed with Ewing’s Sarcoma. What started as a small bump on my right shin, test after test, and no answers I was sent to the Foothills Hospital in Calgary for a CT Biopsy. Results came in fast, and January 28th, 2006 changed my world. DSC_3754-EditDSC_3754-Edit I was informed that Chemotherapy needed to start ASAP, and there would be no time to make alternate arrangements for “years to come, and family planning” – AKA – Freezing of any eggs. At 28, that was not my main worry – it was let’s beat this!Along with 18 months of chemotherapy, I also underwent major surgery. That surgery was what created these scars. DSC_3817DSC_3817   

In order to ensure the tumor was extinct – not only from the chemo, the oncologists and surgeon wanted to remove the area surrounding the tumor. I was given 3 options. A. Leave it as is, hope the chemo helped kill the tumor. B. Amputate from above the knee. C. Perform a surgery called Limb sparing surgery.  I chose C. So with over ¾’s of my right leg removed and replaced with metal rods, and plastic, it is considered a prosthetic. I had to learn to walk again, and use the knee and leg. 

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Physically I am no longer able to “run” and walk constantly with caution. Emotionally I am a stronger person because of my journey.young kids stare, and have no problems asking – I had a story that I was attacked by a bear or a shark – but that only lasts so long. Most know my story, as I have told of it often, and some just look, and wonder. J

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My daughter is fascinated with them – She is almost 7, and tells people my story if it comes up. The journey I had to earn my scars is worth everything. I believe I was given the cancer to fight it. I have always believed in mind over matter, and I won.Leg – It looks “gnarly” and I have never ever covered it up, nor felt I needed to. I earned that mark, and I will wear it proud. 

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For the “caterpillar” one – It is cute, and that portal is where the poison entered, and saved my life. Fascinating to know what can burn your skin on the outside, can do wonders on the inside.

 

My scars started appearing when I was 24 years of age, and continued to appear into my early 30’s. I received them all through self infliction, or self harm. I was going through a very rough patch in my personal, as well as being undiagnosed for Bi Polar 1 disorder, and I felt very lost and not in control. The initial act was a minor attempt at suicide by cutting my wrist…the rush I felt as the blood oozed out of the cut was incredibly intense and it brought me a sense of Calm. For the next 7 years self harm was my go to in bringing me back to that serene feeling I had been longing for. DSC_3915-Edit-2DSC_3915-Edit-2 Before the scars I felt very lost. I didn’t have a sense of identity, I didn’t fit in anywhere, I never felt comfortable. The act of self harm never filled those voids, but they did provide me with calmness and distraction, as well as a moment of piece from the tumultuous cycle my mind would go through in trying to figure out who I was. 

 

After years of committing these acts over and over and over again I finally gained understanding through the assistance of clinical psychologists. One in particular helped put me on the path to self understanding and to an epiphany as to the ‘why’s’ behind all my actions. From the age of thirty to roughly thirty-two I gained more knowledge about myself and who I am than I had ever known in the thirty years prior. That feeling was the same feeling I received when I would cut myself, but magnified a million times over. I haven’t cut myself since… DSC_3936-Edit-EditDSC_3936-Edit-Edit For the first several years I was very shy and reluctant to have anyone see the scars. I never wanted to explain where they came from because I myself didn’t fully understand the why. But after learning and understanding more of myself I became more comfortable with my body and with having people see the results of my actions. I was surprised at the response, not that I was looking for attention or response to begin with, but many of my friends were very understanding and started to open up to me about their struggles with mental illness. It empowered me to want to learn even more so that I would be better equipped to help those who felt how I once felt. I have never been more in control and confident with who I am, and never again do I feel embarrassed or shy about my body. It is my story and I won’t ever want to change where I’ve come from, less I wouldn’t be the man I am today without this history.

DSC_3964-Edit-2DSC_3964-Edit-2 I have found that the people who react to it the most, and the ones who notice them the most and inquire are the people who have reached a high level of empathy towards their fellow human beings. The ones who genuinely care for others. It almost seems like a magical gift that as soon as they see a scar in an awkward place on someone’s body, they can immediately tell that something emotionally deep and sacred has happened. Sadly, the people who respond the most negatively about this issue (not just self harm but mental illness all around) are my parents. I haven’t really had a good opportunity to tell them my whole history, but they have been made aware about my battles with mental illness. The support and understanding has been quite lacklustre from them and it feels like the issue is easiest to deal with if we all just pretended it didn’t exist.

DSC_3955-EditDSC_3955-Edit My philosophy about my scars now is that they are badges of honor. Something that I wear proudly in the sole fact that I am now in control. I am very appreciative towards them and I look at them with pride because they helped me get through a very hard time in my life. I know they are not the most safe and healthful way to deal with problems, but they helped me and are my history; I can’t change that and would never want to. I never talk about them initially with my friends, family, or passing stranger as I know it can be a sometimes uncomfortable exchange, but I am always willing to share my story for those that are truly interested…you never know who’s life can be changed simply by sharing your own story. 


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