Starring at these photographs without saying much with my tired eye. This resumes the long-time stares. It was a beautiful trip On The Road carefully captured with stories and reasons. If you've missed the train, here's your ticket for a tour through Dean Yeadon's lenses. Let's time travel to unravel his portal.
Photographs capture a moment in time. Like the stars in the sky. His work shines bright. - A specific emotion, a glance, an enigmatic feeling, I've tried to appropriate them all. Ask me how I ended up here on a Saturday. - I've been scrolling the Caudan Arts Centre website endlessly for the past few days. It looks like I fell on a cute gem.
On The Road with its series of photos left me in a labyrinth, in search of my own meanings.
The expo invites us to retrace 2 years of travelling. We are fed a few highlights to increase our appetite for more. Meters of white walls, on which memories remain, next to each other to keep us in suspense.
I keep wondering what could have been the scenes, engraved in their memories, which didn't make it up these white walls.
Out in the cold, freezing, with sharp pins and needles pain in the fingers - most probably- to capture the perfect scene. These breathtaking photos that graciously adorn these white walls took a few snow hits before resting calmly before our eyes.
That's the beauty of art. The finished product is so easy to consume, yet took time - most probably - to create. To find the perfect lighting, angle, weather... It's a feat of its own.
Dean Yeadon, in the ring battling with the external "natural surprises."
The man with the bonnet - "My name is Yura: I surfed a tidal wave in my fishing boat to survive a tsunami"
A few highlights of frozen rivers in Russia- an unmatched beauty of the wilderness. These pieces of art came straight home to us thanks to Dean's talent. Surgical photo shoots, that pierce the mind. Sharp enough to stop time for a split second.
Dean Yeadon: "Iran, the friendliest people in the world"
The Yeadon family adventures led us to beautiful regions in Iran. Camel crossing abruptly and fierce portraits. I had a marvellous time flipping his photo album in my mind. A collection of stories behind these photographs, I suppose, with the spirit of that homeland, I fathom. There are layers - those that we can stare at and these underlying thoughts clouding the grey cells.
It was my first photography exhibition. Its "demeanour" was a whole experience. I enjoyed the music in the background echoing from the video that was looping on the TV.
The moment spent On the Road sticks with me. Pretty interesting. Heartfelt would be more appropriate.
I had the chance through a workshop to hear Dean Yeadon narrate his thrilling family adventures which started in 2020. It felt like a dream- living in a camper van while gracing the lands of Ukraine, Turkey, Russia, Armenia, Georgia, and Iran, among many other countries.
His vivid record of the past felt like a beautiful tune. The more you heard about it, the more you fell in love with the stories.
Photographs are like mosaics. They come together so beautifully to create a unique feeling. Sometimes you can feel it shivering up your spine. I didn't see that coming with Dean Yeadon's exhibition. It was a thrilling surprise spent On The Road.
So thrilling, that the hands in the clock didn't move for a while - like I was paralyzed by it. We are never the same once we fill our baggage with people's memories.
We enjoy photographs without their weight in gold.
Dean Yeadon turns the MUNDANE into EXTRAORDINARY.
Look at this dog in the above photo. It feels so melancholic. Next to it, - a series of photographs with no space to breathe. I was in apnea all along. How could I digest each photograph? They were so intense, that It felt like walking on quicksand.
Speck of Details
That lady is my grandma. I took her along to share my love for art. I spend all of my Saturdays, (ok not all but a large majority) roaming around the Island. So, spending time with her and sharing my passion was oh-so-lovely!
Picturesque is the word!
The sky - a flag floating high. I'm on the rope, cause it gives me a chance to think more. Another flag, but this time it's laying down on its own. So subtle, yet so powerful, that it brings us to our knees. If I could turn up the time machine - I'll do just that.
Two black and white photographs and a bride chilling at the back. So much beauty in a frame, yet it reflects poesy in its simplicity. Was Dean Yeadon a guest? Or did he storm that place with bravery?
This ends a chapter but opens a new one on...
Mzungu Diaries is the name of his first novel. It's a depiction of his creative process.
All eyes are on these photographs and now am a hostage of my feelings. Black and white photos resting next to these azure likenesses. They all fell right into place.
My grandma and I got caught in the moment, plenty of times. It was a great escape.
An adventure across the globe is never a sweet lullaby. I can't imagine the amount of energy, sacrifice, fear, sweat and tears, laughter, good and bad moments they've experienced as a family. But, it took a team to make these photographs come to life.
Photographers share a reflection of themselves through each photograph. How they perceive the world speaks a long way about who they are. In my opinion, Dean Yeadon's work embodies vulnerability and delicacy.
Dean Yeadon's talent holds you by the hand and brings you to unexplored territories with no compass in hand. I felt like a ghost roaming around.
This whole experience bought light to my face. A lovely escape On The Road. If you want to connect with Dean Yeadon's work, you can follow him on Instagram: @yeadonyeadon.
As usual, until next time, choose shows like this one over a chill day at home.