Talking about your images is never easy, sometimes in the discussion the beauty of the image gets pulled apart, the analysis breaks it down into technical components so much so that the mystical element (the BarthesianPunctum), that spoke to you when you first saw the image, is destroyed and often never to be recovered.
I have always been drawn to suburbia and lately the industrial borderline, where spaces are ‘dressed’ and made to look like something that they are not. The architecture, the gardens and the artifice that is supposed to be inviting and yet through the photograph, the invitation has been removed. The spaces are almost anonymous but contain enough trace to be recognisable as a ‘type’ of space. Suddenly they become something other than a place of function and instead are an exploration of the simplicity of form, geometry and texture, perhaps even beauty.