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Thank you for visiting,

I remember the strange new smell emanating from a room along the corridor as I was on the

way to help my mother prepare meals, serve and clean up in the college canteen. I must have

been about 8 or 9 years old. The odour stuck in my nostrils with an unfamiliar sting, a lingering

gentle sting which was so interesting to me because it was a new unknown, ‘did somebody spill

bleach and light a match?’. In the months following, I kept opportunity valid enough to finally

catch a glimpse through the main door of the photography rooms which was left ajar. I was now

even more curious, ‘what is happening in there?’, students were holding strips of black plastic

up to the fluorescent tube lighting on the ceiling and conversing and nodding heads. In the late

80s kids were not really afforded the level of autonomy granted to them by adults today, it was

very much the ‘speak when spoken to’ world that children had to navigate through so piping up

and asking silly questions to the serious and hurried older people wasn't an option, furrowed

brows were signal enough. The only way for me to quench curiosity was to enter the unknown

alone. When I was sure I had enough courage, I made my excuse to leave the canteen and

steer myself to the whiffy corridor. The door to the photography rooms was closed. I loitered for

a while. A silhouette was visible through the rectangular windows of the double doors at the end

of the corridor. The sound of purposeful footsteps accompanied. It was Jim..

to be continued…

My Bio and Artist CV will be available here after some updates.

I hope you enjoy the work here, I display many works on the site and change projects on display so check back in from time to time as the offerings are ever evolving.

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