So my name you already know, so here’s a few other things you might be interested in. I’m a 21 year old, 2nd year Contemporary Lens Media (that’s photography and video) student at the University of Lincoln, England, but I am originally from North Wales. I’m an atheist, a misanthrope, a hater, a lover and just a general mess :p
As you may have guessed by now, I have a keen interest in photography, as well as drawing, music and writing (poems/ songs/ stories, etc), and of course, film-making.
Although I have decided to specialize in video in my second year, I still love photography and haven’t given it up.
I love photography that takes you places and has a sense of atmopshere, especially in terms of landscape. However, I prefer “unique” portraiture, but haven’t really had the chance to explore this field of photography yet.
Also in photography, and in general, I am interested in the idea of identity and the human form.
I would love to use a Polaroid to take some ‘interesting’ portraits.
Any comments on my work will be appreciated. It gives me feedback on my work and allows me to discover new photographers on this site who’s work I might be interested in.
Matt Roberts hosts Lincolnshire Art and Welsh Artists and is a member of Art Students and Beginners, Bridges, Dips & Trips (1 per day), Equine Art and Photography, Friends of RedBubble and Livestock in General.
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Once upon a sunshiny day amongst buildings that had sprouted anew, there stood a man of early years…
I shut my eyes tightly and swallow hard, grit my teeth and squeeze my fists to match that of the one digging its claw-like fingers into my heart.
Then I’ll just be stone; hollow, hard and broken / Blown away like sand; another victim falls with time
Taking a second out / To think hard all about / All of the things that could have been / All I could have tasted, heard / Smelt, felt and seen
in this twilight hour / fictional depictions of reality / fill my galaxy with harlequin images
Every tiny little kiss / That you deliver to my lips / Makes a hole right in my heart / That you hold tight in your fist