Firstly, apologies for the no-show last week. At least you got to enjoy John’s image for another 24 hours, and if I can I’ll backload an image one day. We are right in the middle of packing up and moving – a situation that has been a long time coming and, no matter how well prepared one might feel, suddenly time contracts in the Universe at an alarming rate. Too fast for me to keep up.
It’s definitely had an impact on my photographing of late, but still I find myself back amongst the steam and sulphurous air when I need some space, somewhere to, quite literally, lose myself in the landscape. I find the sounds, the smells and the hot moist thick air allow me to disappear and become part of my surroundings. Still trying to find that elusive place that lies between what is seen and what is felt. There are two pictures on my wall here – some of the few I’ve actually put into frames – printed on heavyweight art matt and always confused by people for paintings. For a long time I’ve been trying to find another two to add. I think this’ll be one.
But I know this spot is calling me back. It hasn’t finished with me yet.