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…

Damaged

I must have taken hundreds of self-portraits over the last two years or so, but of those attempts perhaps only twenty exist online. I find them extremely difficult to take. When I started it was just a point-and-shoot Olympus that I would cellotape onto a lamp stand and put on self-timer. Running back and forth…

Fleeting Moments

What I love about using film and a mix of different cameras is that you can pick your outcome before even taking the shot. I got really tired of editing when I used digital and struggled with trying to make sure I didn’t edit something the same way twice. Which is stupid and unrealistic. I…

I’m not dead

I just moved, again. I no longer reside in the blackest of blackholes that is Blackpool. I finally live in Manchester, another personal goal achieved. So yay and yeah, I haven’t had much time to sit down and write nor to tackle my picture-taking backlog, but I’m getting there and it’s now down to nine…