The Glass Narrator

19/04/2022

I'm not overly active on this page (you can find me hanging out more over on insta)

But I'm checking in to share with you that I'm super happy to be apart of the Fuji Love Education Week over on the Fujil Love Instagram platform.

I'll be chatting here ... www.instagram.com/_fujilove_

10am Wed April 20th (UK Time)
On how to set up your fujifilm camera to shoot family documentary imagery.

I would love to see you over there and I'll be holding an Q&A section after.

If you don't already, come and find me on insta at www.instagram.com/the_glass_narrator

Karah x

20/05/2021

Had the pleasure to chat with with Photography Daily last week and if you fancy hearing about my whys, loves and the awfully strong Pompey twang in my voice, the link is below.
Karah

Karah Mew talks about how launching a career in documentary portrait photography during a difficult pregnancy that then became a pandemic business drought has helped her re-evaluate life and her love of making pictures, which starts with the most wonderful serendipitous house clearance, where she di

15/03/2021

Had the utter pleasure of being invited to talk on the Fujicast Podcast ... and don't I talk!

If you fancy listening to me chat about my work, method and ideas, you can find it on this link.

Karah x

Kev is in flat pack ‘heaven’ as the new studio build continues, we talk sports photography with the 70-300mm lens and the possibility of a wedding academy.

10/03/2021

Utterly honoured to be listed by Fujifilm UK as one of the 25 women photographers to follow.

Please check out the list of inspiration photographers this wet and grey Wednesday.

This International Women’s Day, get to know some of our favourite female Fujifilm photographers of the moment. Leave us a comment tagging a woman in photography who inspires you!

09/03/2021

Absolutely blown away to be listed as one of the 100 female photographers to watch 2021.

Such an honour to be selected and have my name along side so many creative and inspiring women.

We are celebrating International Women's Day with the release of our much anticipated list of 100 Photographers to Watch in 2021.

08/03/2021

Women are vessels.
Carriers.
Strong containers.
Often seen, or not seen, with their unsung invisible load they bear and are expected to support and lug themselves - quietly please.

Women are vessels.
Carriers.
Safe containers.
Motherships.
From the moment she is born, she arrives transporting the eggs of future children and the often holds of burden of such a haul to be transported.

Women are vessels.
Carriers.
Empty containers.
For she is the pedestal, for the baby she grows and goes on to births. Body adored and celebrated till she no longer carting within.
And with arms full of children and now breasts full of milk, in her changed receptacle, she now also has to support the notion of being imperfect. Deep repository.

Women are vessels.
Carriers.
Powerful cranes.
For she does it. Beautifully, lifting and lugging life and it's expectations. Sometimes with ease and often with private tears in small rooms.

But when we think about the bouquet of picked flowers, what is more important, the showcased pretty foliage themselves or the strong body beneath, the vase, supporting and aiding life? Do we need to choose? Why can't we see both?
The underpin, the foundations, the receptacle of strength below.
She is that vase.
She is jug, jar, bowl, pitcher.
She is the basin, the pot, pan, can, tin.
She is decanter, canister, chest.
She is the emotionally loaded casket.

But she will equally forever be the flower.
The burden, bearer, the bloom.

A strong

14/02/2021

What's important to me, in my work, is honesty in the way I see the ones I love.

I'll be honest here myself. I'm often scared of mortality, the 'last' and change.
Even though I am not a fan of any routine in my life, the idea of change in regards to dynamics and relationships, connection and loss makes me panic.
One of the biggest things I'm worried about is losing my own memory and the ones around me becoming strangers and if the only images I made of the people I care about were highly polished and 'perfect', I wouldn't be giving myself the true photographic prompts to relearn the faces I love.

By photographing myself through self portraits and my family with honesty, I'm not only showing them all the versions of them I love, I'm proving to those unfiltered faces in this crazy flush edited life, that what they wear or look like in a photo has no direct link to the way I feel about them and how I rank the photos I make.
They are worthy of a photo whatever they look like.
My photos, printed for frames are not selected on aesthetics, stylised pretty or flattering versions of us.
They are hung on the wall to act as a memento mori, because that change is happening, it can not be stopped and how they are as themselves is the key to showing them how much I really love them.
Loved them when I'm no longer here.
Visual love letters.

Happy valentines

10/02/2021

The wash load
work load
mental load
a heavy load.
The mother load.

05/02/2021

For I could shout it in the bathroom where it bounces and tenderly whisper it in their ears whilst I hold them against me, and although I know they all know, I compliment my spoken affirmations, with photos.
My 'I love yous' are poured into every frame I take. Deep within the rectangles is everything I adore and more. Just as you are. Please don't change, your pose or clothes, you ways or front, just as you are.
For if I ever lose my voice, I can rely on my eyes to write our love letters.

29/01/2021

Concrete playgrounds of straight line nostalgia.
Parent markers of 'between those two lampposts' and cracks to fall and break your back passed down from street playing children to children - because we are all still very much a child when it comes to hop scotch in chalk sketched on the wonk.

They belong on the pavement.
Learning their numbers from front doors and
developing their gymnastics from swinging on gates. Singing songs down alleyways and running to beat their own blasted echo.
How fast can you hop?

24/01/2021

Small clusters of rosette weeds which are natures gift to small hands. Sprinkled across green and calling to be pushed into hair and deep into pockets.
I've lost count of the floral necklaces I've been gifted by grubby hands and dainty woven headbands I've been made to wear whilst laying on the lawn.
Daisies will always be the flower of childhood, encouraged to be picked, to be enjoyed, to be pressed, kept in tins and in thimbles on kitchen windows.

22/01/2021

Lockdown feels.