Since my first Boots 110 fold out film camera wich I used on school trips, I have been fascinated by the way photography transposes visual memories from the murky world of brain waves into the two-dimensional certainty of paper and screens. I probably didn't think exactly those words whilst I was running around on the ferry to Calais with my school friends, camera in hand, but I always relished retrieving the hallowed prints from the photo lab in the days following our return.
Upon leaving school I entered the rigorous lines-and-solids-based discipline of architecture. My first projects at university were heavily photography oriented and film photography continued to be a useful tool and an inspiration. I developed photographs of my architectural models in the darkroom, and found inspiration in artists such as Bernd & Hilla Becher, Jeff Wall and Robert Mappelthorpe. But as time progressed I left these photographic skills behind.
Over the past decade however - particularly during the years I spent living in photogenic Berlin - I have begun to enjoy photography for its own sake again. It is a strange medium, one of the most mystical. It delights and perplexes us, and presents many problems. Theories of consciousness tell us that what we experience is all created inside our brains - but then why do we seem to see exactly what a brainless camera sees when we press its shutter button? These and other questions need answering!
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