
A Year in the Life: 3 January 2022
Whilst walking along the drover’s lane I think about the energy invested in these walls over the countless years. Some of them have medieval cores. Each wall is laid by hands that stretch across generations.
In the late 1990's I had a breakdown that ultimately led me, through a journey that took me away from depression, to a new career in photography. What made all the grit of the dark days worthwhile was that I was left with something that felt like a pearl - a new way of seeing and interacting with things - more sensual, emotive and visual. These posts explore different ways of seeing and experiencing our world.
Whilst walking along the drover’s lane I think about the energy invested in these walls over the countless years. Some of them have medieval cores. Each wall is laid by hands that stretch across generations.
Like a precious baubled ring, the carving becomes the clawed setting, the movement of light upon it the jewel.
At the start of our work into portraits, I had no idea how this project would impact my understanding of portraiture, or the strong bonds it would form beyond my work, especially with Carole.
It’s been a wonderfully enriching journey. A journey without distance, without miles - a journey that explored the depths that a piece of art has to offer.
Every time I visit a building like this I’m gifted with new ways of seeing,
In our sunlit, beach-combed, selfie-world, it takes a little bravery to move into the shadows.
I’m safe behind the drip zone that determines the outer edge: an invisible wall that outlines the bubble I exist within.
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