Sleep Tangled

Two incidents from the past week:

- Taking my glasses off last night, and somehow managing to jab my finger hard into my eyeball. Kind of baffling (and painfully squishy).

- In a timewarp pub after the gig, drinking hand-pulled Old Stockport beneath a picture of the Queen that had apparently been in situ since the coronation slowly absorbing generations of inebriates’ smoke and booze fumes, getting into a random discussion about Jacques Derrida.

I mention these as they seem somehow to be emblematic of bits of my life, and that’s sort of what I think I need to explain about the new pictures I’ve been putting up here lately.

All these pictures are things that really happened, but I’m trying to use the camera to catch moments that seem to have a symbolic quality. In some cases it can just be that the image suggests a story, of which we’re only seeing a mysterious or even surreal fragment, but I’m generally trying to find something that has a kind of, well, resonance that goes a bit beyond my personal involvement with the situations in the photos.

Given my profound, and very British I suppose, dislike of anything approaching self-aggrandisement or pretentiousness these aren’t things you’ll often hear me say … but I do find myself really visually and emotionally engaged with this new work, quite beyond the underlying intent. Maybe it’s just all squishingly baffling to everyone else though!