In short, read this.
New work has made its way to the portfolio.
Having spent 15 years attempting to make photographs, I’m finally understanding the value in manageable projects. Small, more focussed bodies of work that function as a whole. It feels somewhat like trying to cultivate a small garden. Ongoing, ones own sense of what is important, trying to bring in new ideas, attempting to shape the `whole’ into something cohesive. So it should go, henceforth.
Forth explores the southern edges of the Firth of Forth. The North Sea somewhere out there, town lights lining the edge of the horizon and lighting up the drifting clouds, and geese passing overhead. I know these places well.
Outer Hebrides Up (and Down) feels less familiar, but also like the start of something for which I’ve been waiting as many years. Having finally spent several days there this past summer, it is under my skin.
River is in some ways a story that has slowly taken form over 20 years. Many evenings spent stumbling through the gloaming, on long summer evenings, looking for rings. Now looking for something hidden within.