My name is Ken Simm and I am an Artist, Teacher, Writer and Photographer living in the UK.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience’ Thoreau
It sounds unbearably grandiose, but I don’t see any element of my art as seperate. My photographs originally came as note taking for my painting before becoming important aspects in themselves. The writing is equally part of the whole. I see no real difference between any modes of Creative Expression. The Camera is to the photographer as the brush is to the painter. A tool nothing more.
This is an attempt to produce Plural Energies. All techniques communicate towards the whole.
All images are copyright Ken Simm & must not be used without permission.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience’ Thoreau
It sounds unbearably grandiose, but I don’t see any element of my art as seperate. My photographs originally came as note taking for my painting before becoming important aspects in themselves. The writing is equally part of the whole. I see no real difference between any modes of Creative Expression. The Camera is to the photographer as the brush is to the painter. A tool nothing more.
This is an attempt to produce Plural Energies. All techniques communicate towards the whole.
All images are copyright Ken Simm & must not be used without permission.
- Last seen on Mar 10 12:44 PM. Member since January 9.
- I am a 54 year old man (United Kingdom)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Artist, Teacher, Writer and Photographer ..
- Visit my homepage at www.kenart.co.uk
- I have 1 comment, 3 stories
My Stories
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At four o’clock they took me down to damp, green Victorian mortuary to identify what they thought was my lover’s body
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Green sea below and large breakers on large rocks. The smell and the sound of it. Hot in the sunshine.
200 words, January 9. In Biography, Cruelty, First person, Horse, Ireland, Life, Memory, Personal, Short story
