Golda Raphael

In my efforts to become more creative in my photography, I’m dipping into my archive of ‘abandoned images’ and reprocessing them in the hopes of reinventing them as art.
It’s actually a really enjoyable process looking through images I had given up on long ago and breathing new life into them.
This was originally a photo taken of a mask in the British Museum. It was under a hard florescent light, and was taken as a wide shot resulting in a lot going on in the background.
I took the picture and then rather embarrassingly realized I was in the gift shop, not in the museum itself … ha ha.

Plaster replica aside, I’m please with the result.

I was going to delete the original image as it was badly shot against the light, but had a sudden flash of inspiration. I cropped it, added some filters and artificial lights for effect.
All done on the iPad.

This photo is from a trip I took a few years ago to a small Swedish town called Jukkasjarvi. Population is less than 600 people.

The last 10 years has been one long sustained campaign of self-sabotage. Still have no idea what I did to p!ss me off.

— Golda Raphael (@goldaraphael) April 1, 2012

This ‘egg’ is one of hundreds placed at various locations across London as part of ‘The Fabergé Big Egg Hunt’. Found this one during a lunchtime stroll on the Southbank.

This is my first piece of ‘art’. It’s a photo-painting hybrid I made on my iPad.

I focused on the face, not wanting to show pain or fear, but that equilibrium that exists beyond it.

I also wanted to get the overall effect of being ‘consumed’ by the sun.

He is falling backwards, looking straight into the sun as he descends, bathed in all it’s golden glory.

More on Icarus’ tragic tale here.

Detail from a statue at the British Museum.

‘Trafalgar Sun’ – stopped by to see the installation at Trafalgar Square.

I’ve been in Ghana since early December. Having been back now for about 2 weeks, it’s taken me this long to get back to ‘normal’ life. The dreamy mist of 5 weeks in the sun hasn’t quite lifted yet, but all that is familiar is beginning to slot back into place.