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Wandering photographer || Still sitting civil servant || Oxford Brookes Photography MA Student

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I keep wondering how the choice of full or partial bleed can shape tension within a body of work. I still struggle with this approach, feeling the need to respect the edges that images create. I would love to hear how others approach this. #photography
November 28, 2025 at 7:54 AM
The slight off‑centre placement in the last post changed how the image settled in the space. Small movements can alter how a picture breathes, reminding me that flow is shaped by where an image begins and ends. Experimenting how far we can push our own boundaries while letting the work remain open.
November 28, 2025 at 7:54 AM
November 22, 2025 at 8:09 PM
November 22, 2025 at 8:09 PM
#Photography reminds me that a slight change in where we stand can reveal a new angle on the same tension. Two frames may hold different truths, yet still converge around what binds the space, a tension that belongs both to the protagonist, and author.
November 21, 2025 at 6:29 PM
November 7, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Thank you for the kindness. It’s a different mindset, searching for the tension in color.
November 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM
November 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
November 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
November 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
November 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed. The shipyard changed and the frame shifted. And still, something carries forward, over the water. I wonder, will this space find a new rhythm, and another way to bridge the gap.
October 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Perhaps this challenge is part of what keeps the process alive. Reflecting on new perspectives disturbs old habits, inviting another way of seeing what was always there. In these crossings, between direction and form, the narrative quietly continues.
October 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM
For years, I have worked almost entirely in the vertical. It has shaped how I see and informs a narrative. Turning the frame sideways feels like unlearning a language. The tension shifts, and balance begins to ask a different why.
October 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge.
Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.
- Kamand Kojouri

It reminds me that the work is not only about structure but connection. A bridge, like a frame, invites passage of the heart.
October 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM
While editing, I’ve been curious about how the shapes of bridges inform silent transitions. They carry our weight and connections, yet always steadfast and grounded. Maybe a frame can act in the same way, bridging the past with the present.
October 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM