Notes & Sketches
I tend to use cameras as my sketchbook, but I’ve always kept notebooks, numbered and dated then filed away. I always carry one to document thoughts during recce trips, ideas, overheard conversations, reminder and to do lists, badly drawn sketches and diagrams, odd ramblings when they come to mind. Some of their contents will end up here – words with no pictures, pictures with no words, mostly a combination as I explore my archive or thoughts of new projects evolve.
As I say in my exhibition statement making photographs of the landscape reveals the evidence of time and history and the scars of human intervention. It’s a narrative that’s rewritten every minute of every day and no two days are the same.
I have a long list of locations I’d like to take cameras to but travel restrictions imposed in the wake of the global pandemic have brought a halt to that.
In the summer of 1974 my family moved from Kenya and we landed in a small village called Glentworth in Lincolnshire. I’d just made a mess of A levels but had an inkling I wanted to do a photography course somewhere but didn’t know how to go about it.
21 train journeys between July 2019 and March 2020. The view from my seat. All iPhone images, no processing. The walk to the station, ticket machine broken, apologetic and helpful staff, window seat with a view, suits crowd on at...