Southend-On-Sea. Grey skies and a filter over the sun. Faded former glories, quaint and eccentric Englishness…..
Inside my head I am thinking of the line: the coastal town they forgot to close down. In January everything is shut until the season gets in full swing. Bolted doors, padlocked fun parks….
the beauty and the ugliness
Do you remember this book I was working on for my Dad, that I said I would share on my return?
I was reluctant to show it before in the unlikely chance he dropped by here…I have a feeling none of my family stop by actually. (If any of you do, let me know!)
He loved it, by the way.
Although I don't keep a traditional sketchbook, I do scrawl notes either in my sketchbook, often as mind maps or larger maps and spider diagrams I can stick on the wall that I can add too. It's not unknown for me to leap out of bed in the night and scribble on one.
I am delighted to be interviewed here about my film photography, so if you want to know how I work in that way too go take a look.
I am back from my short visit to England. It was quite odd after more than 4 years absence from the country I grew up in. There are times when England feels so foreign; the day to day things I take for granted, the daily signposts and triggers of my adopted country are a bigger than I realised. I took Milla with me, she was only 7 when we left so for her it was very unfamiliar and rather exciting.
Spending time with my family as we celebrated Dad's birthday was very special to both of us. It's funny how with your own flesh and blood you can just slot straight back in as if you just saw each other yesterday, sharing silly jokes, arguing about music and generally taking the mickey.
While in London we met up with the beautiful femme chocolat
….went to Tate Modern…….