Alice Scott: The Ball With Five Sticks

During my time down South in July, I was drawn in by the idea of

Hands

Your able to figure out a lot by studying the surface of ones hand.

The texture for instance.
Is it smooth? rough? dented with wrinkles or scars?

Hands started something for me

One day, I was sitting in Cafe Nero with my mum in the centre of Derby. As I was drinking my mango smoothie I gazed outside to see swarms of flustered people intertwining through one another, a usual morning in the city. I then noticed this man break from the crowd going towards one of the tables located outside the cafe. I observed him for a couple of seconds until he connected his eyes with mine. I felt a sudden rush to take a photograph of him. He was such an interesting character, their was something different and unique about him. I sat their for a couple of minutes trying to figure out how I was going to capture this moment as questions were swimming around my head.

Should I be doing this?

What if he notices, then what?

Should I follow the urge?

What if he gets angry or annoyed?

Am I capable of creating something from this?

Can I actually do it?

What's the reason for me doing/ wanting to do this?

I guess I can answer that!

I enjoy the process, the rush of wanting to capture something that's so fleeting and unprepared for. How they're part of your journey and vice versa, you're also a part of theirs. It can be the people who usually get unnoticed or rarely glanced at. It makes me think more about them as an individual. I get comfort in seeing how other people live their life.

I grabbed my camera and decided to sit on the sofa behind where we were sitting. I looked through the view finder and started snapping away. In the end I felt as though I fulfilled my desire!

With every click of the camera's button, I gained more confidence within myself and my ability to capture the public.

During my time away I decided to give myself a little challenge. Whenever I was out and spotted people holding hands, I was going to try my best to capture their moment.

Expressing sincere emotions

A couple of weeks later

As I was rummaging through my art supplies, trying to minimalize my storage for Glasgow, I came across a rubber glove. It may only of just be a disposable item but to me it had a possibility to create something. I held onto it as I rummaged through my mind, trying to find any inspiration that may connect to something.

The light switch within my head flicked and I started to think back to the subject of hands.

I grabbed the yellow lid off my storage box for the background and placed it by the window, by that time it was the evening so the light outside wasn't the best. It ended up washing out the brightness of the yellow.