As displacement activities go, it's right up there.
I made this when I should have been doing something else entirely. A largely mindless exercise, which somehow managed to swallow two hours whole.
Fifty shades of grey: sea, sand, cloud, foam, mist, rain, the occasional sulky bit of almost-blue. Culled from a thousand images made over the last year while visiting our new-home-to-be in Pedra do Ouro, Portugal.
Procrastination, obviously. Each small image has been lifted out of its original moment and made to sit beside strangers. A wave becomes a texture, a beach becomes a tonal strip, a sky becomes a grey rectangle. The Silver Coast stops being a place and becomes a set of fragments: shuffled, gridded, rearranged into a different kind of weather.
I suppose I could have tapped into my inner David Hockney (I should be so lucky) and gone all Pearblossom Hwy. Pieced snippets of the same photograph together to resemble the original. Probably not much of an achievement given Photoshop's capabilities. I also find myself wondering if I should have gone with an ombré vibe and transitioned slowly from grey-blues, to grey-greens to grey-pink. Perhaps I'll save that idea for another day.