A collaborative photography project between Elizabeth Clough, Jacqueline Mccullough and 12 local people with an interest in photography. The group explored personal ideas around family life using photography as their medium, some who initially had little experience were able to develop their skills over the 10 week time frame. The project culminated in an exhibition of 60 portraits with accompanying text that represented family for those involved.
Elizabeth produced a collection of photographic portraits 'Portrait of a Pyrotechnician' of her father David Clough which were also exhibited.
The Womens Project:
Was the first phase of PhotoSpeak, it took place in 2013 when community education specialist Trina Geasley, Elizabeth Clough and Jacqueline McCullough embarked on a 10 week photography project with 8 local women. It culminated in photographic portraits of 50 East London women. Conversations took place with over 100 women and their hopes for a future generation were recorded. An exhibition and a book published about the project was officially launched by local charity Community Links and the London Legacy Development Corporation at their premises in Stratford.
Photospeak was funded by the London Legacy Development Corporation and London and Quadrant and supported by local charity Community Links.
PORTRAIT OF A PYROTECHNICIAN.
THE WOMEN'S PROJECT
ME. YOU. US.
I was born in British Guiana South America. I came over to England in September of 1961 and was employed in the building trade. Now I am retired and involved in gardening and beekeeping.
My family is my wife Enid Hamilton and my two daughters Pamela and Claudia. I have family members in many countries including France, Germany, Venezuela and Brazil.
I love being a Londoner
I feel education is important in your younger years, and in your older years. I have my beekeeping practical exam on 9th May 2015 so I am still learning now.
I am a member of the London bee keeping association. The environment is very important, I grow plants, plants grow flowers, bees extract nectar and you get pollination. This is vital for all life.
Words by Sid Hamilton
Photograph by Mark Bettis.
Size photographed by Elizabeth Clough
My time in London is hard. I came with my wife and child and now I am no longer married and I haven't seen my child for 39 months. I don't have family here and during my time here my parents in India have passed away.
My self portraits express the way I deal with London, how London makes me feel and the how laughter and silliness can help me.
I am very interested in facial expression, I am a very expressive person.
Self portrait and words by Dinesh Venkatesan
I was born in South Wales in the mid 50's. My creativity started with my mother, who was widowed when I was 7 years old, my brother was only 12 years old.
She was left as the main "bread-winner" so decided to put her various artistic talents into a business selling home-made Soft-furnishings, loose covers, curtains and dresses.
Thinking back, we lived a very frugal existence but I never would have realised that growing up, as our house was always beautifully decorated with her talents. She was a wonderful cook so we ate like rich children, only on a budget!
Words and 'My Pink Lady' photograph by Just Judd
My life has always been this way, financially speaking. I have had two children who I always tried to look after to my mum's standards, good food and an attractive lively home on a budget. You don't need money to make a home interesting and colourful! I love up-cycling and making something new out of what others may class as 'junk'.
My children Holly and Marcus have both turned out to be very artistic and creative in their respective fields. My son is a music producer and my daughter is an actress. There will always be struggles facing any artist whether it be moral or financial, but when you're passionate, you must pursue that. Ultimately, we are really happy as a family as we can support each other's creativity.
GREAT little UNIT.
Words and 'Reflection of the son' photograph by Just Judd
Descendant of farmers
Generous mother earth
Giver of life to her kids
The woman who made me smile when I was down.
Words and photograph by Franklin Adesuyan
By Franklin Adesuyan
By Franklin Adesuyan
Myself, Tiegh. The generation between. It is not easy to write about me. I am loud and colourful, yet can lock myself out of the social world quite easily.
Words by Tiegh Leader, photograph by her son Phoenix
My son amazes me and I am still learning how to understand him. Things are not always as they seem.
Sometimes shy and quiet he can be misunderstood, until you realise he is thinking hard. He considers absolutely everything and does not offer up his thoughts until he has already come to a complete conclusion.
He also has a vibrancy about him that speaks louder than words.
Words and photograph by Tiegh Leader.
The one thing that will always define a family unit is love. Be it your school friends, college mates, work peers, social groups or blood/marriage ties...love connects you.
Words and Photograph by Wendy Bartley
Take a simple game... say, Snakes and Ladders, with its excruciating end-game and roller coaster of incremental ups and monumentally devastating downs. Mix with the unavoidable sense of competition between family members and you have a tasty recipe for conflict and exasperation.
Of course, I was no better when I was child. And deep down, I'm little improved by the intervening years. The nightmare gaming combo is a four-way face-off featuring our two boys, me and mum. Somehow we all manage to reserve the very worst of our characters for these moments with each other, maybe it's simply because we are so close that it happens, perhaps it's because we know that ultimately forgiveness and tenderness are just around the corner... whose idea was it to play that stupid game anyway?
It could be worse though, my Grandad was a spectacularly terrible loser. Many a family board game was ended abruptly and always in the same manner: the board and all the bits and pieces being would be hurled unceremoniously skywards. I can't help thinking that secretly my mum and her siblings got a kick out of seeing his eventual capitulation, and in many ways it's surely more thrilling than playing out Monopoly or Snake and Ladders right to the bitter end.
Words and photograph by Mark Bettis
By Mark Bettis
By Mark Bettis
By Wendy Bartley
By Wendy Bartley
Sid Hamilton photographed by Peter Holmes
This computer has been a major part of my life and it signifies the people that I have met, and engaged with through it. These people have helped me so much and without their help I don't know that I would be here to tell you this.
Words and self portrait by Ysr Mahmood
The African, Caribbean European and world roots of our family - all component parts of One Human Race.
'Every Man (and Woman's) Right to Define their Own Destiny' Bob Marley, and the wooden carving of the Rastaman. Gifts from our Jamaican Family.
The drawing from school days, Ethiopian and African contribution to the Rastafarian and Christian influence on our family.
The cloth, and mother of Humanity with the Akwaba/Welcome, to Son and family from Ghana, and the wood carving from Kenya.
The Garden and late Oma, Great Grandmother in the German village of Pohlheim Hausen.
The tools which made up some of the collection of late Opa and Great Grandfather, provider of a large part of our economic foundation.
The T-shirt and book from Benjamin Zephaniah which declare incorporating Veganism as a peaceful weapon in the fight for justice and peace. In a world often consumed by Greed/Need and related Terror from individuals, organisations and governments.
The teacup with the 3 Legs of Man, and our Manx heritage from the Isle of Man.
The Calabash and Coconut Shell Bowl from the Caribbean.
The books, some of many, that have offered a privileged opportunity to over/understand the world.
Words by Ralph Corkill, Ralph, son and camera, photographed by Elizabeth Clough
I featured my dads pocket watch because except for at christmas my family all live too far away to photograph. I have fond memories associated with his watch.
In the nineteen forties wrist watches were not so common. My dad was a foreman in an engineering factory producing essential goods for the war. He wore a pocket watch. Women were draughted in replacing men away fighting. Unused to the industrial environment dad and the girls didn't see eye to eye all the time. Occasionally they would sing "you are my sunshine" to him.
Words and photograph by Peter Holmes.
Peter Homes photographed by Mark Bettis
Keswick photographed by Peter Holmes
The photographers were: Sid Hamilton, Mark Bettis, Just Judd, Dinesh Venkatesan, Tiegh Leader, Ysr Mahmood, Wendy Bartley, Simon Barnes, Ralph Corkill, Franklin Adesuyan, Peter Holmes, Jacqueline Mcullough.
The Women's Project: Jenny Morrison, Judith Richards, Sarah M Salem, Kamlesh Kaur, Suzy de Freitas, Tripti Maheshwari, Zoulfa Bossoura, Maxine Krey, Trina Geasley, Elizabeth Clough.