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My photography, inspirations, musings... Jan Schoof

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Deliverance from Banjos…

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Cuba. A nation sitting at a temporal cross roads. All but the last remnants of the United States blockade have been swept away by the Obama administration; diplomatic ties renewed. The country waits, poised in anticipation of a great financial renaissance, for better or worse. I arrived in Cuba with a simple, yet ambitious concept, to capture the essence of its greatest city before the inevitable wave of change. So where is that essence to be found and where will the changes begin? I feel that Havana will witness the coming changes first. There, in that beautiful sprawl, the most powerful aspects of Cuba are plain to see: in the faces and character of its people, and in its most stalwart of residents - their auto-mobiles. As the inevitable tide of unhindered tourism hits, will the accompanying wave of camera toting tourists and their dollars change those smiling faces? Will those iconic cars be shipped off to collectors in America or further afield, making way for bland, characterless modernity and in-built obsolescence? A distilled vision of the friendliest city in the world, photos grouped for the often subtle but occasional striking visual similarities between the people and the cars... Come and take a walk through the barrios of Havana... The opening event will be on Sunday 29th of May and the shows until the 19th of June at Manchester's own wonderland: The Wonder Inn, where in addition to exhibiting fifty large prints I will be premièring the latest in laser etched photography!

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no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbours running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied

no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough

the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here Warsan Shire - Home

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American Gods . Laura, Huginn and Muninn . Fan Art I made inspired by one of my favourite books... . 2016 . Model; Ayesha Cox (Kazakhstan 2011)

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John Fairhurst

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I just added a new piece of art to Saatchi Art! The Naiad III

Original Print Giclée on paper, signed. Editions Limited to 50 Prints with certificate of authenticity from $125 The Naiad's in Greek myth were nymphs of fresh waters, lagoons, springs and streams. Their waters' purity and use in ritual cleansings were credited with magical medical properties. Jealous nymphs were often fascinated by beauty, like the abductors of the Argonaut Hylas. Salmacis the lustful nymph, who attempted to rape Hermaphroditus, and whilst clinging to him called for the Gods that their bodies to be forever as one. Her wish was granted, and their bodies blended into one form. "There dwelt a Nymph, not up for hunting or archery: unfit for footraces. She the only Naiad not in Diana’s band. Often her sisters would say: “Pick up a javelin, or bristling quiver, and interrupt your leisure for the chase!” But she would not pick up a javelin or arrows, nor trade leisure for the chase. Instead she would bathe her beautiful limbs and tend to her hair, with her waters as a mirror." Ovid, Metamorphoses. Book IV, 306-312.                    

                       Keywords: sensual, sexual, texture, water, greek, classical, erotic, goddess, legend, ovid, light, myth                    

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I just added a new piece of art to Saatchi Art! NeOphilia

Prints from $100

http://www.saatchiart.com/art-collection/Photography/Sirenas/749899/103191/view

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A collection inspired by the poetry of -Simon Armitage

Which reminds me. He appeared at noon, asking for water. He’d walked from town after losing his job, leaving me a note for his wife and his brother and locking his dog in the coal bunker.We made him a bed

and he slept till Monday. A week went by and he hung up his coat. Then a month, and not a stroke of work, a word of thanks, a farthing of rent or a sign of him leaving. One evening he mentioned a recipe

for smooth, seedless gooseberry sorbet but by then I was tired of him: taking pocket money from my boy at cards, sucking up to my wife and on his last night sizing up my daughter. He was smoking my pipe as we stirred his supper.

Where does the hand become the wrist? Where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that razor’s edge between something and nothing, between one and the other.

I could have told him this but didn’t bother. We ran him a bath and held him under, dried him off and dressed him and loaded him into the back of the pick-up. Then we drove without headlights

to the county boundary, dropped the tailgate, and after my boy had been through his pockets we dragged him like a mattress across the meadow and on the count of four threw him over the border.

This is not general knowledge, except in gooseberry season, which reminds me, and at the table I have been known to raise an eyebrow, or scoop the sorbet into five equal portions, for the hell of it. I mention this for a good reason.

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The Rebirth Of Aphrodite

Original Print Giclée on paper, signed.

Digital scan of an Infrared Film Capture

Editions Limited to 50 Prints with certificate of authenticity.

http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-The-Rebirth-of-Aphrodite/749899/2466354/view

Prints; Color on Canvas and Paper.

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Part of a study on the links between water and women seeking to highlight our essential right to water and the most harmful pollutants poisoning our dwindling fresh water reserves. . Clean water is a right, not a privilege . 50% of all profits will go to http://www.charitywater.org/

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http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-The-Naiad-II/749899/2459945/view

The Naiad’s in Greek myth were nymphs of fresh waters, lagoons, springs and streams. Their waters’ purity and use in ritual cleansings were credited with magical medical properties. Jealous nymphs were often fascinated by beauty, like the abductors of the Argonaut Hylas. Salmacis the lustful nymph, who attempted to rape Hermaphroditus, and whilst clinging to him called for the Gods that their bodies to be forever as one. Her wish was granted, and their bodies blended into one form. “There dwelt a Nymph, not up for hunting or archery: unfit for footraces. She the only Naiad not in Diana’s band. Often her sisters would say: “Pick up a javelin, or bristling quiver, and interrupt your leisure for the chase!” But she would not pick up a javelin or arrows, nor trade leisure for the chase. Instead she would bathe her beautiful limbs and tend to her hair, with her waters as a mirror.” Ovid, Metamorphoses. Book IV, 306-312.

I just added a new piece of art to Saatchi Art! The Naiad II

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The Naiad's in Greek myth were nymphs of fresh waters, lagoons, springs and streams. Their waters' purity and use in ritual cleansings were credited with magical medical properties. Jealous nymphs were often fascinated by beauty, like the abductors of the Argonaut Hylas. Salmacis the lustful nymph, who attempted to rape Hermaphroditus, and whilst clinging to him called for the Gods that their bodies to be forever as one. Her wish was granted, and their bodies blended into one form. "There dwelt a Nymph, not up for hunting or archery: unfit for footraces. She the only Naiad not in Diana’s band. Often her sisters would say: “Pick up a javelin, or bristling quiver, and interrupt your leisure for the chase!” But she would not pick up a javelin or arrows, nor trade leisure for the chase. Instead she would bathe her beautiful limbs and tend to her hair, with her waters as a mirror." Ovid, Metamorphoses. Book IV, 306-312.      

http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-The-Naiad-I/749899/2459902/view            

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A teaser for my new photography book; Cuba - Havana, Heretoforever?

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Lady Bug

Tulum,

Mexico,

2015

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I just added a new piece of art to Saatchi Art! 

Mercurial

A study on the links between water and women and the most harmful pollutants poisoning our dwindling water reserves. Clean water is a right, not a privilege . 50% of all profits will go to http://www.charitywater.org/

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Reka

Infra Red Capture,

Mayan Lagoon,

Tulum

A piece from my new water awareness project...

Share this or any of my photo’s on Tumblr or Facebook, every time you share one of my photographs I will enter your name into a list for a monthly draw to win a free exclusive print!! . https://www.facebook.com/Xanadulce . Comparte éste o cualquiera de mi foto en Tumblr / Facebook, cada vez que compartes una de mis fotografías o “como” mi página, voy a introducir su nombre en una lista para un sorteo mensual para ganar alguno de pieza de mi catálogo en línea como impresión libre!

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‘Cuba - Havana, Heretoforever?’ my new 80 page photobook is available now from Blurb.com, click this link for more previews; http://blur.by/1yl7RfT Cuba. A nation sitting at a temporal cross roads. All but the last remnants of the United States blockade have been swept away by the Obama administration; diplomatic ties renewed. The country waits, poised in anticipation of a great financial renaissance, for better or worse.  I arrived in Cuba with a simple, yet ambitious concept, to capture the essence of its greatest city before the inevitable wave of change. So where is that essence to be found and where will the changes begin? I feel that Havana will witness the coming changes first. There, in that beautiful sprawl, the most powerful aspects of Cuba are plain to see; in the faces and character of its people, and in its most stalwart of residents - their automobiles.

As the inevitable tide of unhindered tourism hits, will the accompanying wave of camera toting tourists and their dollars change those smiling faces? Will those iconic cars be shipped off to collectors in America or further afield, making way for bland, characterless modernity and in-built obsolescence?

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Dirty Lowdown Street Photgraphy

Cuba

Share this or any of my photo’s on Tumblr or Facebook, every time you share one of my photographs I will enter your name into a list for a monthly draw to win a free exclusive print!! Comparte éste o cualquiera de mi foto en Tumblr / Facebook, cada vez que compartes una de mis fotografías o "como" mi página, voy a introducir su nombre en una lista para un sorteo mensual para ganar alguno de pieza de mi catálogo en línea como impresión libre!