chrisdade


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chrisdade
City: Brighton
Country: United Kingdom
Joined: Feb 2008

Hi

Thank you for looking at my page. I love to hear any feedback, so please feel free to comment.

About me:

I travel extensively to produce my images, many of which are taken in natural environments.

My work is influenced by the words of Rumi, a 13th-century mystic. I have had a long-term interest in Buddhism, which is often reflected in my work.

I use my camera to record, to make sense of the world. Like a navigation tool that marks my way, so that I can find my way back to treasures I have previously discovered. These treasures are moments of knowledge. Moments when I have found peace. In this busy world of noise and speed, where we rarely stop and see where we are, and where we have been, my camera acts as a brake. My images are like marker flags to states of mind that I want to return to or that I would like to remember.

The mind is such a fluctuating organism, forever looking for stimulation, yet it is forced to be still in observation when I study with my camera or pen. It is in these moments of stillness that I find my wisdom, and it is in this wisdom I find my peace.

I have exhibited both locally and nationally and have had work in various publications including I-D Magazine and Creative Review. I studied my degree in photography at Surrey college of art and design.When I am not working as a photographer work in the field of human rights.

You can see more of my work by visiting: www.chrisdade.co.uk

All work posted may not be used, replicated, manipulated, redistributed, or modified without my express consent.

I have recently published ‘The Freedom of My Heart’ a inspirational book of words and photographs. For more information:

http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/646025

Writing

Backpack of emptiness (Chapter 2)

2. To take life simply / ____ Warm, yet nothing. Dark, shapeless, senseless, yet peace. Being, just being, so full yet so empty. Nameless, numberless, t…

Love in an English Cottage. (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1. He lay on his back paralysed on the toilet floor, his limbs too weak to move after the struggle. His body occasionally twitched, but he knew it was just a matter of time before he took h…

Backpack of Emptiness (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1. 7:34, the breaking of the clock spring. Dark, dark, dark, I hate winter. You wake up and you go to work and it’s dark, you leave work later that day, and yes it’s dark. I…

The ballad of the butterfly and the moth

One early spring evening the stars awoke early, shining in the darkening blue sky. The sun slowly sank beneath the sea, painting everything in her path gold. The blossom had perfumed the air. Birds sa…

The Hunter

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The Boy Who Lost His Laugh.

There once lived a small and beautiful bird, so beautiful that words themselves could never describe her. She was a small delicate thing whose beauty was bolder than bold itself. Her feathers were man…

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