Being an outsider has been conditioned into me from the day I was born. It was the norm. I grew up in a working class suburb in a wealthy town in the South of England. My parents were Geordies (from the North East) so we had no relatives nearby. Later, I met my Aussie husband
The photographer finished speaking, and silence ensued. The images hovered on the screen. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. ‘Something profound’ was the agreed murmuring. It took a full day to process the depth of feeling it evoked. We’d witnessed the birth of an idea, and the rebirth of an artist. The venue
‘I live 2 blocks from the George Floyd murder’ I heard, repeatedly yesterday, as I ran a 3.5 hour folio review marathon with photographers based in Minneapolis. ‘I had my bag packed and was ready to flee in case our building was burned down’ said one. ‘Please let there be change’, they all said. Starting
Last week, in response to the situation in USA, I froze. What to say? What to do? So I said nothing. I posted my black square and cancelled my AMA Facebook live to allow black voices to be amplified. I’ve tried to educate myself and think about what I’m doing to prevent black photographers approaching
As many of us emerge gingerly out of lockdown one thing is clear. Nothing is certain. Feelings and reactions amongst my community of photographers are diverse and ever-changing. From gratitude, excitement and cautious optimism to fear, anger and a sense of abandonment. ‘I have everything I need. I am so privileged’ said one photographer yesterday.
Time has been behaving weirdly this past month or two. A week flies by. A day feels like eternity. A month is like a year. (What DID you do in April?) It’s wildly different for everyone. There are some commonalities in the way people are behaving though, and I want to share them with you
Yesterday, during a Blitz, I found myself staring at brightly coloured, sun-a-flaring, golden meadows, bright green trees and crimson poppy fields. They were landscapes on steroids. Perfect, in a chocolate box, Fanta kind of way. They annoyed me a little. Something about them was not real. Unconvincing perhaps (though I couldn’t find a flaw). Digging
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