The Middle

Being a mid-career artist (at least that’s what someone referred to me as the other day) often has me looking back at how far I have come since those early days as a frustrated youngster trying to make my mark in the art world. The way I shoot has not changed and neither has the content of mixing nature with the man made. What has changed are my motives. The dreams of having a solo show and the hope of selling lots of work went away many years ago (thankfully after having solo shows and selling a modest amount of work). When my concentration shifted to producing more unique bodies of work few would be interesting in buying, as an artist, this was very freeing and took away the burden of trying to make work I thought might sell, rather than work which actually meant something.

So here we are, middle-aged and middle-career.

For the past 18 months I have been working on a new body of work combining all the skill sets acquired from three decades of shooting the landscape. Without the dropped cameras, flat tires, grotty hotels, junk yard dogs, pandemics, big cameras, really big cameras, good cameras, bad cameras, floods, droughts, fires, sandstorms (see above), +40 degrees, -40 degrees, thousands of miles and no hair, I would not have been able to produce my most recent project, Penumbra. As for showing the actual images, its been 30 years, we can wait a little longer.