Quite Lovely

The beginning of 2015 is already flying in and has been very busy for me. A lot of my plans have had to go on the back-burner, but happily so. I was very humbled to be asked by Impossible to be part of their first exhibition last month in London : ‘Impossible presents 8×8′. Details here…

Dear John

This blog has been in my drafts left unfinished for going on a month now. It’s been stalled not just for writing reasons, but for fear of opening up about the project that it was intended to be an insight on. A close friend once told me to never justify myself to anyone. I don’t feel a…

Courage, dear heart

Imaginary friends are meant to disappear when you grow up. You out-grow them and their purpose. So to go back home as an adult and discover that some of those imaginary childhood friends are in fact very real and haven’t out-grown you, is really quite magical. “But no one except Lucy knew that as it…

Mum says

Sometimes I get dead scared living here. Mostly at night when I’ve woken up all of a sudden like some person in the dark has shouted right in my ear hole, and I fold up real quick wondering maybe it was Mum calling. I get out of bed and go to the window and look…

Monsters

At the weekend I finally went back home to the little seaside town in Scotland where I grew up. I haven’t lived there for around twelve years, and have only gone back briefly for visits to ‘safe’ places like my sister’s house. It’s taken me a while to build up the courage to face revisiting…

Angels with Dirty Faces

My hatred for scanning is pretty well-known and written about if you’re unfortunate enough to have me as a friend on one of the various social networks. However, being able to scan and develop your own film allows you to make choices. Choices are good! Creative choices are what drive me. It’s very easy to…

Dadaidh

Handwritten notes have been a common theme throughout my life, probably less so in the last five years due to the internet and my own attempts at distancing myself from people I was previously very close to. When I was wee my ‘Mum’  would lock herself away in her bedroom a lot, and so my…

Emulsion Lifts

I couldn’t sleep on Sunday night. I had been shooting with Tony Richards for a second time ( http://www.fourtoes.co.uk/) in the evening and he let me borrow his Araki book ‘Self-Life-Death’. I spent a few hours going through it and mid-insomnia I was inspired to get out of bed and try some emulsion lifts for the…