Ant Smith


The 2020 Calendar Collection

For this year's calendar I decided to use only images I had completed since last preparing the annual calendar - so pretty much shot 2019/2020. My inital review threw up around 30 candidates; there we're a lot of Black & White images (still my most favoured treatment, I suppose after many years of darkroom working) so I decided that this year the calendar would be soley Black & White. Stylish, huh?

You can see all the images here (but you should still buy the calendar!):

Looking through the selection I noticed there was a hint of the grim, or the gruesome, about some of them: The line of blinded soldiers; The infant memorial; The scarecrow (not at all creepy); The giant decapitated animal heads sitting on poles in judgement of us; and The mortuary for lost soles.

For a moment I wondered if I was doing the right thing, would these images potentially be upsetting? Would anyone want them hanging in their homes? But then I thought, well, these are my images, this is my work - and surely that's what anyone who buys this calendar wants from me; a true reflection of what I see, of how I see? I hope I have made the right call and if the images are not enjoyable they are at least thought provoking. I hope that they tell you stories, perhaps creepy stories, throughout 2021 and that we meet again this time next year.

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It is my hope this year, now that I am retired, that sales will go through the roof; if you've ever enjoyed my photography this is exactly how you can support me; knowing through the year that my work is creeping people out will in the very least help…

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New Language


The New Normal.

Stay Safe.

Stay Well.

Stay Home.

Save Lives.

So much camel case.

Short of breath?

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Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Crystal Grotto Profile Detail

I took this photograph specifically to play with 'fault-lines' as readilly apparent in the structure of the (presumably) quartz construction material. Cutting perpendicularly through those natural (horizontal) fault-lines the sculpture fractures the light pasing through it to deliver a bold light versus dark contrast. In the result I see a suggestion of two faces - one skull-like, the other quite baby-ish; albeit somewhat of a grotesque.

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Uncle Fester's Fidgety Fingers

Uncle Fester spent his days sitting at the beaten up drop leave table in the corner of our kitchen constantly a tip tap tapping his fingers in a rhythm alien to the sensibilities of those around him. At first it had been menacing. Then maudlin. And finally maddening. The pastor who lived at number six stopped stopping by for his harvest festival donation demands and his inglorious attempts to save Ma's soul (ever since dad had walked over those furnace hot plates and burned his feet right off the pastor had taken an increased interest in Ma's soul). None of us missed the pastor very much, least of all Ma's ample soul. Less happily the constant drumming had driven Mitch, Lizzie's handsome young suitor, to self harming such that his face and arms looked somewhat akin to a bloodied scarecrow. The house was often filled with the horrified shrieks of the young 'uns, should they chance upon him blundering out of the lavvy or weeping in a corner. Uncle Fester had a profound effect on the house, and the village, when first he had arrived.

"Stick another fag in Uncle Fester's fingers would you love?" Ma asked.

We'd tried everything to still his beating fingertips. Soft cloths would get knotted round the knuckles until we were a feared he'd snap his fingers off and they'd go parading about the place causing eleven times the trouble. Weighty books on the back of his hands would routinely skitter off to drop open on the floor where the dog would worry, with a loud and long howling, that it couldn't read a word (we had a particularly stupid dog). Buckets of water and bowls of thick viscous soup would equally just splash about leaving a right royal mess. The only thing that would give a moment's reprieve was a Lambert & Butler Superking on each juddery in-draw. The cacophony of the pursuant coughing was an angelic chorus in comparison to the otherwise incessant drumming. We fed Uncle Fester's pleurisy to excess for the…

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Weird Scenes EP

The first EP from The GameCat recorded at live venues and studios around London through 2010 and 2011.

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Checkout my PHOTO SHOP, a whole range of CHEAP eBOOKs, and many other bits and pieces you will enjoy.

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