Kieran Reiss Delaney
The exhibition celebrates constructed realities and takes a step away from the unpredictable and sometimes beautiful spontaneity in life. Delaney creates from a small 1.5 x 1.5 m desk and orchestrates scenarios from his imagination that although inspired by reality are completely constructed. Within his series “Moments” Delaney’s work appears at first sight both immediate and accessible, tapping into the most basic aspects of our collective and shared human experience. His series captures glimpses into everyday life, celebrating its transitory nature and the beauty to be found in the most fleeting and unexpected of experiences. Yet despite the images apparent ordinariness and attempts to mirror life, each is in fact a carefully staged illusion in which the urban protagonists played out their roles devoid of knowledge of their context. Delaney has also created new large scale images within his time in Berlin which uses once again created scenarios but also created characters. The Berlin inspired work showcases the artists forever evolving style and experimentation with colour, shape and composition.
Kieran Reiss Delaney (b. 1984) is a Scottish fine art and commercial photographer, currently based in Berlin, Germany. He is a skilled and creative photographer with a background in fine art and graphic design which lends itself to his style of work. His work is renowned for its versatility and highly experimental nature and often merges multiple creative styles and mediums. Coming from a sold out show in Glasgow’s Street level Photowork’s he has since moved to Berlin to construct new work.
I don’t carry my camera with me at all times. In fact I barely take my camera outside. I find doing so quite suffocating. I feel I can’t enjoy moments without constantly thinking of how to capture them. So I choose to recreate such moments from memory. Within this series “Moments” the work appears at first sight both immediate and accessible, tapping into the most basic aspects of our collective and shared human experience. This series captures glimpses into everyday life, celebrating its transitory nature and the beauty to be found in the most fleeting and unexpected of experiences. Yet despite the images apparent ordinariness and attempts to mirror life, each is in fact a carefully staged illusion in which the urban protagonists played out their roles devoid of the knowledge of their context.
The colours are beautiful in the Alexanderplatz underground. The emerald city of Berlin. This stairwell stood alone, unused for a fraction of time at least. I stood across from the steps, fascinated by the glow luminating from upstairs, hitting off the grey dirt trodden floor tiles in front of me. There was a lot going on up there. A social white noise mixed with hundreds upon hundred of footsteps. Everyone going somewhere. Didn’t seem the sort of place to linger. Life was calling me from upstairs but I was too occupied. Quite frankly I was enjoying being able to soak in the sounds from down here. From a distance.
The Drop, 2018
Forgive me firstly for being kafkaesque. This image had derived from the existential dread every human being over thirty years old gets. It’s unforgivably self depricating to say but I often wonder if I should have achieved more or made different choices throughout my life. I think if I get hit by a bus tomorrow what would I be remembered for. These thoughts, as unecessary as they seem are quite the opposite. These thoughts make being unproductive increasingly uncomfortable for me. This angst that can be quite crippling to people can also drive that same person to do great things. Sometimes such concerns can be a blessing in disguise.
Kino Prenzlauer Berg, 2018
I lived in Prenzlauer Berg for a time. I was told it was the area where people moved when they were ready to settle down. that every man and woman is accompanied by a child. Every child accompanied by doting parents. There was a buzz about the area certainly. Family orientated areas had a habit of making me feel at home but also miss home at the same time. I would often go to the local kino, at home or far away I always enjoyed a good movie that could drown my focus. Inexpilicably after a movie it always disposed of any minor anxities or reasons to feel homesick. I found it interesting that watching these lives on screen, as false as they were made me feel better about mine. I suppose it emphasised the difference of watching life and living it. I was doing just fine.