Drifting with a mobile phone camera

Last year I presented a paper I had written with a colleague at the International Symposium of Electronic Art on mobile phone photography. A question came up that we have since struggled to answer – how is a mobile phone camera different form other cameras? At first we were attached to the idea that they were profoundly different. Now after a year’s reflection, I am no longer convinced that they are  all that different. What is different is the contexts they allow simply by being there most of the time in a pocket or handbag. After all, they are only tools.

In 2006, I was attending a conference in Waikiki, Hawaii. The morning I was to present my paper I rose and was about to have a shower  when the room started swaying.  It was an earthquake  of 6.5. After the first major aftershock I went down stairs then back up; got dressed and decided to head for the conference despite the tsunami warning at the time. I figured there were enough high rise buildings on the way for me to be safe. No tsunami came and the watch was canceled soon after I arrived at the conference venue. I filmed all the way with my camera phone. I filmed on and off all day. Later I edited the footage into a video art piece which was shown in group exhibition called Australian Gothic in Melbourne, Berlin and Perth. The effect was grainy and had an air of authenticity that disturbed the viewer. Such was my artistic intention. I had used the mobile phone camera  for my creative practice deliberately for the first time.

The resolution in the early phone cameras was low which created curious effects when blown up. My colleague and I were among the first to exhibit mobile phone print photographs in a gallery space – we called the show Order of Magnitude. We took tiny files and blew them up and printed them large. The effects reminded us of paintings and mid format toy cameras such as the Diana and Holga cameras. My photographs in this group exhibition referred to impressionism.  Now of course, this is a bit passe due to the myriad of apps available for iPhones. We made video art as well by blowing up the old .3gp format into large projections. Again we celebrated the artifacts and ‘skin’ as a part of our poetics. So mobile phone cameras became our new tools.

I use my camera often to shoot the mundane. I walk along streets with my phone held at my side, not bothering to frame anything. The screen on my old Nokia made framing difficult in any case. My next Nokia had a better lens. Now I have an iPhone4 with lots of camera apps. But my technique remains the same. The camera sees things I didn’t see and I can have a doubled drifting experience – one while I am engaged in the act and one when I review what I have shot. Perhaps the difference lies not in the camera itself but in its use.

Performing Personas

We have just had a week on Twitter of adding a purple hue to our avis in order to support an anti-bullying campaign: http://twibbon.com/join/SpiritDay. I noticed that many commented that their timelines had turned purple. Many also used this as an opportunity to change their avis. I was one of them.  I thought this is again an expression of personas.

So how do we perform our personas? Our social media personas live in floating worlds and have nomadic qualities away from our routine everyday selves, or do they? I googled some key words and found that of course the marketers already have strategies and are probably conducting training session about social media personas as I write this. After wading through several pages of marketing strategies I came across a post by Johnny B. Truant. In this post he talks about not merely adopting a nom de plume, but also becoming two people residing in one body.  The process he describes is very similar to how an actor approaches a character role.

Which brings me back to the “not not me” so cogently defined by Schechner. And Lacan would say, that no matter how hard we try to hide, we shall always reveal ourselves though our writing even through the characters we create. So really it is impossible to be anyone other than ourselves, even if we conceal certain mundane parts in the realm of Twitter and its colliding possible worlds. I look through the list of people I follow. They are all personas. The differences lie in how much of their everyday concrete material selves they wish to reveal.  Yet at the same,  their personas are also a substantial facet of their everyday selves. I feel that the term is slippery. As soon as I try to pin it down it wriggles in a new direction. How much do we know of our followers and those we follow? There are distinctions to be made, that is for sure. The  timeline is in the public sphere; then there are DMs, which are sometimes the sites of revelations, the place where we go to be private, almost like a corner in a crowded room. This is the place where we feel we can let our masks slip to reveal yet more personas.

The Maiden and Eros II

Eros smells blood in her veins.
Viscous sweetness threatens
To overwhelm his restraint
But he is patient.
He caresses her jaw gently
Tracing the bone underneath.
Stroking her pulse,
He outlines her lips.

Maiden’s on fire,
Her lips swell in response
To the touch of exquisite cool
Hard smooth fingers.
Eros kisses her throat,
She feels the tip of his tongue,
Dry, cold drawing spirals
On the nape of her neck.

Her heart quickens
Beating an urgent tattoo.
Her eyes flutter
Unfocused, enchanted.
Her skin seems to melt
Into the air
And an orange serpent
Uncoils in her spine.

Seven

Avarice sits
Heart closed
Giving naught
Uneasy greed
Eating hope

Anger broods
Growing tall
Blocking light
All-consuming
Murderous intent

Pride struts
Inciting
Adoration
Enjoying
Murderous glances

While Envy
Obsesses
Feeling  jealous
Through diseased
Ruminations

Lust oozes
Sliding in
Mindless
Unsatisfied
Sensation

Gluttony’s
Clumsy mouth
Gapes wide
Fueling hunger
Unfulfilled

Sloth decays
Enervating
All it brushes
Sucking out
All life