stopping time

I find it incredibly difficult to talk about how and why I produce the work I do.  I have been accused of lacking focus or narrative because on the whole I photograph what I find when I take walks.  I use to think it goes without saying that the walks are a conduit to the photographs.  I realise that this is insufficient, but I have been struggling to find a way of linking my inner impulses to my output.  In an effort to find a way to talk about what I do, I’ve been looking at what people have to …

Gorilla Splinters

I love my phone, it’s the best phone i have ever owned, it takes fantastic photos, i have apps that let me keep notes and make drawings, i can even update websites and write code.  Mostly, it’s a camera for taking photo notes and going back later to take the photo.  LG wrapped the front of my camera/phone in Gorllia Glass ®.  One thing that always bugged me was that the glass is only on the front, the back is made of normal glass, there is a crack there.  But when i went to buy the wood for this picture, …

Burley Bridge

I used to walk through Burley Park every day on my way to my job at the University of Leeds. This was taken in early 2005; I guess I was on the home straight then as my contract was due to end in that July. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Because my job was not that strict about when I arrived in the morning, I used to arrive when I felt like it. This meant that I might take different routes but in general I would cross the bridge from the park. When you take a similar …

dogs can’t look up

According to Sean of the Dead. But humans can. It never ceases to amaze me how little attention people pay of anything that is directly above their heads.  I may be hyper sensitive or paranoid or something equally strange, but the stuff dangling above my hair is of immediate interest, at all times.  The most curious thing about all of  that is should you stand pretty much anywhere where other people are and look up, they will look up too because that’s what happens when you pointedly look up, doubly so if you also pointedly point.  Perhaps it is the …

The Wantonness of Statues

There is something a little bit uncomfortable about the pose and look from this statue.  She seems very knowing and not quite appropriate for some one prepubescent.  I walked past her once and found myself going back a couple of times. I wanted her to stand out in black and white as she was actually verdegris.  Behind her the tress were dark and still green but they did’t have a great degree of tonal difference to the statue and it was important to me that her face, the round shapes on her eyelids as well as the softness of her …

Cathedral Belltower in Split

I am terrified of heights. it is getting worse as I get older.  when I remember my dreams, the thing I have been dreaming generally involves a fall off high things, mostly balconies where for some reason or other, the balustrade has gone missing.  I panic a lot. but I always wake up before I hit the ground.  I wish I was a lucid dreamer and could realise I am dreaming and fly instead of plummeting, terrified, to the ground. why I am terrified interests me because I know most terrors are irrational.  so I challenge my fears frequently. I …

Chartier

Technically, I didn’t take this photograph at all, it just happened that our table was beneath some coat hooks and I asked my friend Marcelo to put the camera up there while him me and Rei ate our meal. We were in the restaurant because we used to do lith printing together at a darkroom in east London.  Lith printing is all about time, developing a print can take a very long time indeed, judging when it is done is not easy.  Lith prints have a ‘snatch point’ the moment when you should pull it from the developer before it …

Deer Jesus

For a while I went through a phase where every film I sent though the camera was cross processed, by which I mean developed in the wrong chemistry.  if it was film for prints, then it went through transparency chemistry, if it was transparency, then it went in to C41.  I was just copying a strand on flickr but it suited my mood of not being able to fit in anywhere.  At the time I took this image, I was incredibly unhappy.  I made a point of doing as much walking before and after my working day as was possible.  …

The Christmas Portrait

This is Christmas in Krakow, late in 1993 or early 94.  This family are sitting on a large crib and getting their photos taken.  They are a strange kind of family.  She dominates in her hound’s-tooth coat, scarf and sunglasses. Her Imelda Marcosness does something to the arrangement that makes the image superficially all about her.  But then again, the father brings to mind Dr Aziz from A passage to India for some reason, older and wiser, plumper, but with a little more thought the lead actor in this play.  But who could look anything less than a supporting character to …

Euan Uglow

Here’s a weird statement but what the hell:  I can’t be doing with nudes.  Most nudes are about the artist looking at someone in their birthday suit and insisting you look at it too.  I do not accept nudes as a legitimate subsection of any art form. Especially so when it comes to photography but painting gives it a run for its money. Of course, sometimes, the naked form is fundamental, sometimes the story I’m being told requires nakedness and I have no beef with that, but nudes for nude sake, that will get my hackles rising because frequently I …