The old allotments dance, Coalville, 2017
In 2014, whilst working on a body of work I made a photograph of a gate which stood isolated in an empty field on the edge of Coalville. The gate appealed to me visually because it stood with no fence on either side. I often walk through that field and about a year later I noticed the gate was no longer standing, it was lying on the ground. So I made a second photograph. The gate stayed that way for over a year and the grass slowly grew all around it eventually obscuring it completely, and I documented that process whenever I passed by.
A few weeks ago I was passing by again and noticed the gate had not only been stood up but it had been transformed into, what I would call, a beautiful piece of art. But I didn't make a photograph. Due to my own personal issues I've been finding it hard to summon up the energy and motivation to make photographs for some time now even when I kind of really want too. I've been retreating away to secluded places like this field more and more too.
Motivated to respond to this brief I decided to force myself out with the camera to continue my odd little ongoing gate study. When I arrived at the gate with the camera I came alive. I felt like I was dancing as I moved around the gate to find the frame.
Photography Art Sculpture Public art Found Art Self-portrait Selfie