During a year when I have had several exhibitions, a front cover in a photography magazine, a documentary made about me, Q&A sessions and collaborations with other artists, the highlight so far has to be seeing Don McCullin.
Once again Katrina Aleska of Predella House was instrumental in this.
Believe it or not I didn’t say yes immediately. I was working in Bath early the next day and had arranged to travel down that night. But it didn’t take long for me to find a way to make it work.
The event was everything I could have hoped for. Don was humble, intense, informative, honest, emotional and open about his work and personal feelings towards it.
While I would never even assume to understand what he has been through, I felt so much affinity towards him, the way he works and the demons he carries. His attitude towards photography, working with film and what it means to do your own prints rang so many bells for me. He spoke of his fears, not only towards taking the photographs themselves but towards – perhaps surprisingly to most listening – doing the printing.
This resonated so clearly to me.
To take that final step and finally bring your photographs to life – to release them into the world and create a reality out of a memory can be incredibly difficult. The will power required can lead to lethargy, fear and even a mild depression from that sense of failure that builds up every day you postpone doing it.
And to hear someone like Don McCullin speak of this lifted such a weight off my shoulders and psyche.
It was such a fantastic, enlightening and inspiring night.
Yes I was seeing and hearing one of my inspirations, but I was also hearing him talk of things that I had been struggling with for years. And if someone who has seen the atrocities he has seen and been on the psychological journey he has been on, was still aware of, and still feared the same things I feared when it came to working in the darkroom, then I wasn’t a failure, or an imposter or a fraud as a photographer.
And the icing on the cake?
I shook his hand and thanked him.
But more than that…
I shamelessly (and proudly) gave him one of my postcard boxes…
May 18, 2017
February 27, 2017
November 11, 2016
December 3, 2013
February 21, 2013
January 22, 2013
November 1, 2012
August 6, 2010
July 8, 2010
June 19, 2010
June 15, 2010
June 10, 2010
May 23, 2010
May 18, 2010
May 10, 2010
May 8, 2010
April 10, 2010
February 1, 2010
December 27, 2009
December 9, 2009