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Harry Phipps is a lens based artist whose work explores the relationship between place, atmosphere, and quiet human presence. Working primarily with natural light, his images focus on subtle moments that might otherwise go unnoticed, emphasizing texture, tone, and composition over spectacle.
His practice is rooted in observation and restraint. Whether documenting landscapes, natural details, or everyday scenes, his photographs favor mood and narrative suggestion rather than explicit storytelling. This approach allows viewers space to project their own interpretations, engaging with the image at a slower, more contemplative pace.
Based in Dublin, Ireland, Harry Phipps continues to develop long-term photographic processes; he remains unbound by genre, investigating how memory, environment, and time intersect within the photographic frame.
I remember the strange new smell emanating from a room along the corridor. I was on the
way to help my mother prepare meals, serve and clean up in the college canteen. I must have
been about 8 or 9 years old. The odour stuck in my nostrils with an unfamiliar sting, a lingering
gentle sting which was so interesting to me because it was a new unknown, ‘did somebody spill
bleach and light a match?’. In the months following, I kept opportunity valid enough to finally
catch a glimpse through the main door of the photography room which was left ajar. I was now
even more curious, ‘what is happening in there?’, students were holding strips of black plastic
up to the fluorescent tube lighting on the ceiling and conversing and nodding heads. In the late
80s, kids were not really afforded the level of autonomy granted to them by adults today, it was
very much the ‘speak when spoken to’ world that children had to navigate through so piping up
and asking silly questions to the serious and hurried older people wasn't an option, furrowed
brows were signal enough. The only way for me to quench curiosity was to enter the unknown
alone. When I was sure I had enough courage, I made my excuse to leave the canteen and
steer myself to the whiffy corridor. The door to the photography rooms was closed. I loitered for
a while. A silhouette was visible through the rectangular windows of the double doors at the end
of the corridor. The sound of purposeful footsteps accompanied. It was Jim..
to be continued…
I hope you enjoy the work here, I display many works on the site and change projects on display so check back in from time to time as the offerings are ever evolving.
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