RECENT
Six engagements with someone I once was.
Images that leave traces of themselves and myself in ink on paper.
Each in a limited edition of ten.
All archival ink on 320gsm Hahnemühle paper, 200mm × 145mm
Interstitials in graphite from a series of images by an unknown photographer made in about 1875, now in the public domain.
Each image takes a line from the poem Burnt Norton by T.S. Eliot centred on his ‘still point of the turning world’ which may be understood as an eternal present comprising the moment just past and that about to come.
Sports Day
Stills found in the slow playback of a film shot fifty years ago, in which a young woman watches her daughter take part in a race
A series of drawings from family photographs in which the scratched and stained surface of the image begins to absorb the identity of the person photographed.
Cine film from the 1950s.
A family occasion, like any other, but all that remains are fragments: the people are all gone, the event is forgotten, only the marks remain.
The medium becomes the image.
Under my skin
Re-engaging with photobooth images from forty years ago, I scratched the surface and fell in.
Images drawn from a ring-binder found in a box in the studio in which a sheaf of contact prints had been left forgotten for forty years.
The image is inhabited.
Reliving.