Kate Carpenter

In case anyone here is London-based, I’d like to let you know about this talk that I’m giving about my photobook ‘Kaleidoscope’ at the Photobook Café on March 2nd. Tickets at photobookuk.org/whats-on. Do come!

Kirlian printing at @photofusionuk.bsky.social last weekend. We applied high voltage electricity to objects on photographic paper; the corona discharge, resulting from ionisation of the air, is recorded on the paper. This is dill and rosemary from my garden. So much fun!

Saturday afternoon diptych

Thank you so much, Marcella. That’s very kind.

The last photograph

Over the last five or so years I’ve taken a lot of photographs of (and with) my mother.

During Mum’s final days, I realised I wanted one more photograph before the end. I wanted it to be simple, serene and full of light.

I think she would approve this one.

Bird between the icebergs

Ancient ice histories

City of ice, with its ancient stories, drifting north in the current

I went to Greenland because I wanted to see the icebergs. The experience was extraordinary. ‘Time’s relentless melt’ writ large. Remarkable, and sobering, to think that these vast structures are so powerful and yet so transitory.

Thank you!

Thank you Deborah 😊

Sorting out my mother’s things. She did love window light from the north. This old fella must be 75 now.

I froze a set of Polaroids in a sheet of ice, and photographed it melting in the evening sun

Thank you Marcella, I will!

A fragment of new work about recent experience.

I’ve created a Substack blog to share snippets. Here’s the link if you’d like to subscribe.

open.substack.com/pub/kvcarpen...

Fallen

Fallen

Fallen

I seem to be disproportionately sad about the falling of this old tree, dead for as long as I’ve known it, but still standing. It was a landmark, a waypoint, and felt like a dear old friend.

Blossoms on the compost heap

Thank you, Marcella, thank you.

Thankfully, she never lost her love for music, and her favourite soundtracks saw us through together to the end.

Despite everything, she was able to remain in the home where she had lived for over thirty years, her last days spent with the big doors open to the garden that she loved, family and friends all around.

Our wonderful, funny, kind, clever, vivacious mother has died. As many of you know, dementia robbed her slowly of that vivacity, and us of her, bit by tiny bit; every little loss another twist of the knife in our hearts.

Thank you 😊

Thank you Marcella

Lately

Mixing my metaphors

#memoryandforgetting #familystories #neurons #rosemaryforremembrance #oaktree #dementia

Thank you, that’s very kind!

Work in progress