"Critique keeps us honest if we let it. It keeps us asking questions instead of clinging to answers we think we know or would rather hear. It is not a substitute for listening to our own voice; it's a tool for honing that voice, seeing our blind spots, and escaping ruts we weren't aware we were in. A well-chosen critic can open us to new possibilities, help us see our strengths, and allow us to become more honest about our weaknesses."
“Many photographers want nothing more than to make “better photographs,”.... But many photographers have never stopped to ask what it means for their photographs to be “better” or “good.” The competitions that are the daily bread of camera clubs and photo associations encourage the idea that these “better” photographs can be measured and judged on a scale of one to ten, as if soul can be measured. We can do better.”
“Does it have soul?” Is it alive? Do I see something of the artist within? Does it move me? Does it make me think? Does it challenge me? Does it enrich my human experience?”
From The Soul of the Camera by David duChemin.
- On plastic, Heysham beach, June 2018.
What we take to be true is what we believe. What we believe is based upon our perceptions. What we perceive depends on what we look for. What we look for depends on what we think. What we think depends on what we perceive. What we perceive determines what we believe. What we believe determines what we take to be true. What we take to be true is our reality.
David Bohm, physicist
A picture means I know where I was every minute. That's why I take pictures. It's a visual diary.
What is art?
Art is about feeling rather than understanding what the artist meant...
You have the references because you have the experiences.
Grayson Perry on populism and art
What does the world look like?
I suppose essentially I am saying we are not sure what the world looks like. A lot of people think we do, but I don't.
A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.
Losing things can sometimes gain you a space in which to live.
The Hare with the Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal
Complexity - the art of possibility.
Fire in the blood
...divine solitude. What else do I need? But when I was twenty, how I burned! How is this fire lit within us? It devours everything and then, in a few years, a few months, a few hours even, it burns itself out. Then you see how much damage has been done. You find yourself tied to a woman you don't love any more; or ruined, like me. Perhaps, born to be a grocer, you struggle to become a painter in Paris and end up in a hospital. Who hasn't had his life strangely warped and distorted by that fire so opposite to his true nature? Are we not all somewhat like these branches burning in my fireplace, buckling beneath the power of the flames? I'm undoubtedly wrong to generalise; there are people who are sensible at twenty, but I'll take the recklessness of my youth over their restraint any day.
Fire In The Blood by Irene Nemirovsky
On being idle
'Tis better to have loafed and lost, than never to have loafed at all,