Phrotose

Philip Wood

Description

Phrotose is derived from the blending of photos and prose to create a collection of works consisting of photos taken from around the world and the prose that has been inspired by these photographs. Some of these works are based on the personal experiences of the author and some are pure fantasy and fiction, whose only link to reality is through the author's vivid imagination. You will find Phrotose to be amusing, romantic, enlightening and inspiring. These works of unconventional nature all come together to give an insight into the extraordinary mind of a well-travelled, retired chartered accountant making the most of escaping the confines of his office to metamorphosise into a talented photographer and poet. It's up to the reader to decide if the photo is the more important element of the work or whether the prose eclipses the photo that inspired it. Or perhaps you will find a balance between the two. Whichever way, the assortment of subjects, styles and poetry formats will keep you entertained and unsure of what will follow on the next page.

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 octobre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528971690
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

About the Author
Philip sold his New Zealand accountancy practice in 2015 and moved to France to enjoy early semi-retirement and to work on his photography skills. He was introduced to the concept of interpreting photographs into poems and prose by a fellow from his new photography club and soon gained a reputation for the quality of his work. His photography and the prose thus inspired to expose Philip’s unconventional way of looking at the world.


Dedication
To Gemma
The future is yours to conquer!


Philip Wood
Phrotose
A collection of blended photographs and prose




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Acknowledgement
Jean-Paul Sansonnet. Thank you for the inspiration and encouragement.
Introduction
The words “creative” and “accountancy” used in the same sentence should usually be avoided at all costs. However, having just retired from my chartered accountancy practice I have used my newly won liberty from the constraints of complying to strict laws, rules and regulations to become more creative in my two artistic interests of photography and prose. So by merging the two I have created what I term “Phrotose”. This fusion of art forms results in a synergy creating a combined piece far more expressive than merely the sum of its two constituent elements.
Relocating from Canterbury, New Zealand to the Limousin in France a few years ago is providing me with plenty of opportunity to search out interesting aspects of Europe and develop my individualistic photography skills. From these photographs I gain inspiration to draft poems, prose or sometimes merely insights to accompany the print and, thereby, a phrotose is created. The photo always comes first and the prose derived from it.
For a better explanation of my position please read my first work of this volume, “Me; Myself; My Art” and also the concluding work, “Evening Salute”.
Some of these works have at least some autobiographical content, for example “A city Shattered” and “My Beauty from the Hood”, while others are more fictional, “Mars’ Grasses” and “Ironic” being prime examples. I’ll leave you, the reader, to guess which is which from the remainder.
Some are humorous, some serious, some just artistic and a few you may find a little controversial.
I do hope you enjoy this collection.
Philip Wood
Rochechouart, France.


Me; Myself; My Art
I can’t draw a straight line, nor with charcoal sketch,
Blowing glass for me sucks; brass I find hard to etch,
Fine painting on canvas is not my forté,
Whether oil or watercolour, my brush tends to stray.
It goes against my grain, carving out of wood,
Chiselling sculptures from marble, as if I could?
Me and pottery, Oh! What a mess,
My pots don’t hold water, their handles even less.
I’m illiterate with music; staves resemble a barcode,
Hand me a violin, I’ll ask where to blow,
Holding a note is OK as long as it’s B flat,
I’m tone-deaf with anything more musical than that.
No! Photography is my art form of choice, shooting angles others overlook,
Composition, exposure and processing seldom done by the Nikon book,
Combined with incites of humour or profound poetry,
Permits self-expression projecting my unique personality.
Photo: Leonardo da Vinci’s home, Le Château du Clos Lucé, Amboise, France.




Sonnet’s Composure
To write of love,
Two hearts entwined,
Is never a task too light,
To draft, compose and romanticise,
So the prose turn out just right,
Men through ages have seduced fair maidens,
With their lines of passion,
Their sole intent to bed the lass,
Sate her in Casanovian fashion,
Win her heart through acts so noble,
Worship and adore,
Let her know,
Through fourteen lines,
She’s the goddess you amour.
Photo: Utrecht Cathedral



Worm’s Eye View
Orange tulips against a pure blue sky,
Complimentary colours each other gratify,
To capture I must on my stomach lie,
As crowds of bemused sightseers pass me by,
Only I,
This beautiful angle espy.
Photo: Keukenhof, Holland.


Homeward Bound
Curvy farm track leads home into the setting sun,
Westward travelling when a hard day’s work is done,
Summer gone, the path no longer dusty and bone dry,
Harvest collected, stored safely wheat, oats and rye.
Leaves have turned golden; orange, browns and red,
Trees are stark naked their foliage shed,
This most beautiful season adorns evening skies a glow,
Homeward journey to enjoy all that nature has to bestow.
Photo: La Chabaudie, Rochechouart, Haute Vienne, France.






Blue Loire
River of nobility, streaming blue blood,
Decadence spawned revolution your land to flood,
Opulent château promenades witnessed your bloo