Increasingly I return to childhood in my actions. I trace the unplanned satisfactions the lonely boy took: through the long grass; wading in water-logged ditches; unsuspected snickets - distant from the world of grown-ups. Adrift in this liminal space I cling to a sodden cereal packet, inside the objects of boyish doing. Photography takes me back. Moves me forward.
For one brief moment we may not be mad... for one moment there arises a consistent feeling of stillness and of curiosity and of love. In dreams...
You Are Not a Marketplace
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle"
- Ian Maclaren, 1898