20 July 2016

19 July 2016

Seeing, Feeling, Living








Seeing, feeling, observing, responding, experiencing, living.



13 June 2016

03 June 2016

The Sun, The Moon











The light in St Ives is special and looking out towards the edge of our planet has always excited and confused me in equal measure, the primal and the intellectual struggling for control. The scale of things becomes apparent, large masses moving around each other, making things grow, pushing and pulling the oceans. 

We are very small.



08 April 2016

Brick







I've been walking slowly. I want to notice the texture of the city, the history in it's surface. It becomes a meditation on material construction, bringing the background slowly into focus. The brick is part of our human history used to shelter us for thousands of years. Cities in the North West seem to be expanding upwards and outwards rapidly at the moment, which can be exciting. I hope that we manage to conserve the best bits from every era rather than pulling older buildings down and throwing up new, larger ones in a generic international style. 

It might sound hugely optimistic but I'd like creativity not just money to shape our built environment. 

31 March 2016

29 March 2016

Wind Swept








Abigail
Barney
Clodagh
Desmond
Eva
Frank
Gertrude
Henry 
Imogen 
Jake 
Katie


28 March 2016

Acid Lovers






Like hydrangeas, camellias remind me of grandmothers and the past. I think of them as typically British, a staple English garden flower, but just like the hydrangea they originate in Asia. Whether you realise it or not you probably have some camellia in your home. Tea is made from the camellia leaf, another cultural link between Asia and Britain. They need an acid soil to thrive, so a low pH and they put on a good exhibition of colour at the beginning of spring, helping us emerge from the short days of winter. These pictures were made in the Camellia House at The Yorkshire Sculpture Park on the day the clocks went forward, a pocket of beauty within a whole garment of visual stimulation. 

18 March 2016

Beautiful Clumsy




Lack of sleep, dreams lingering into real life, real life flowing into dreams. The city seems to be a beautiful, clumsy series of shapes and colours.