Thursday, 23 October 2008
Uist is a mostly treeless landscape with only small plantations, a single tree here and there that has set seed against the odds, battered by the Atlantic winds and bleached by the sun they can produce the most wonderful shapes sometimes only a few branches bloom, coming back year after year, the rest has succumbed, the dead wood plays host to moses and lichens, they remind me so much of my culture and language.
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
Representative of the conflicts that go on inside my head, spirituality versus science.
People that are no longer here, imprinted on the land, their energy is eternal.
My image is a pinhole image the negative has been exposed three times, a collage of images though not in the conventional sense