Enormous thanks to @lensculture for awarding me a finalist badge in the Art Photography Awards for my series ‘ the waves came in like horses’. What a pleasure ♥️ especially to be alongside such talents as @lisamurrayphotos , who came 1st place.
Hola guten tag. I will be participating in the @lensculture group show at @somersethouse as a part of the winning artists in the emerging talent awards 2025. I’ll be there at the opening on the 16th in London ☀️
Hey team, lovely news — My work will be exhibited by LensCulture as part of a group show in NYC at @caelumgallery on April 25-28, 2024! Thank you to my dear friend @caermelonae for their exquisite portrait and for their beloved friendship.
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LENSCULTURE NEW YORK 2024
NEW DISCOVERIES IN CONTEMPORARY PHOTOGRAPHY
Exhibition Open to the public: April 25-26-27-28, 2022.
Reception Info > Eventbrite
Caelum Gallery
508 - 526 West 26th Street, Third Floor
New York, New York
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@LensCulture #LensCultureDiscoveries
Stephanie O’Connor @steph_oconnor will be featured in Issue 03.
Here, the domestic becomes uncanny. Her project, Yellow Rattle, turns toward the early post-partum period and chases the body and mind in a state of aftershock.
Issue 03 will be a special edition, devoted entirely to women’s stories at the edge of psychology.
Coming soon in Issue 03.
#unstaged #stephanieoconnor #yellowrattle #issue03 #contemporaryphotography #postpartum #motherhood #liminality #visualresearch #authenticity
TTLC ONLINE EXHIBITION:
it’s been a year
SPRING
Selection of work from Yellow Rattle by Stephanie O’Connor.
The first six weeks post partum is known as the golden month—a period of rest, warmth and healing. It is also when a momentous hormonal crash occurs as the body grapples with its recently cleaved state, often inducing depression, intense fatigue and delirium. The yellow in Stephanie O’Connor’s series Yellow Rattle takes on golden pallor that dwells both in the warmth of sunrise and glistening colostrum, while at times erring into the sickly, choleric chartreuse of the body: jaundice, infection, iodine, urine, bile, bruised flesh.
Taken during the early months of her own post-partum period, O’Connor’s eye trains towards clinically sharp angles - an inhospitable realm of light and shadow. Quick collisions of light, shade, colour and form echo the hard rattle of infant playthings, a source of developmental joy that over time grates the listener’s ear.
Stephanie O’Connor is a photographic artist from Aotearoa, currently based in Berlin, Germany. Her work uses the camera as a vehicle to rework memory through obsessive editing and grading.
website: https://www.stephanieoconnor.co.nz
@steph_oconnor
#contemporaryartist #contemporaryphotography #photographyeducation #mentorship
The golden month was more a murky, thick, opaque and sticky yellow pouring into my fog laden brain.
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#postpartum #goldenmonth #birth #portraiture #contemporaryphotography #fisheyelemag #phmuseum
The direct post partum months were a delirious haze of survival and system shock - without the buoy of euphoric hormones to keep me above water. I remember feeling distinctly unmoored from myself psychologically and physically, my iodine covered stomach a soft yellow river that I was too afraid to touch. I felt a crushing and overwhelming responsibility coupled with a bizarre sadness thinking about all the neglected babies in the world. The next six weeks was the hardest weeks of my life so far - even with a supportive partner I felt my house turned into an unknown landscape that swallowed me and spit me out again. I would self flagellate obsessively about not bonding immediately and not having the patience to wait for it to grow, as many people assured me it would. I decided not to caveat this with how I feel now or the positives, because we are allowed to just blurt out sometimes how fucking bonkers things can feel amongst crashing hormones without having to apologise for them.
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#postpartum #yellow #portrait #contemporaryphotography #phmuseum #yellowrattle #fisheyelemag
Today was the first day I could strap Quinn to my body and not feel the repercussions of abdominal surgery. Forever thankful that C-section was an eventual option for me after 17 hours of labouring. Quinn in his usual fashion remained calm throughout monstrous contractions, which seemed to stay in my back for the duration - no breaks like the prenatal course promised. What feels like the verge of life and death puts your mind and body in some strange void of timelessness and nowhereness, except that you are very much trapped in your body - reminding yourself that the power of surges are in fact you and not bigger than you. If labour was a colour, it’d be a sickly shade of yellow.
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#postpartum #yellowrattle #labour #lensculture #fisheyelemag #phmuseum
