I have lived outside Great Britain for almost seven years now. I enjoy life overseas, yet, I always experience rising anticipation in the days leading up to the flight back home, and this reaches a peak when the wheels squeak as rubber protests loudly at meeting tarmac at speed.
After the initial jubilation of being in this green, and pleasant land, and after the hugs and kisses of family, recently I have started feeling a sense of disquieting disconnect. The political landscape that I read of no longer matches the physical landscape I see as I pass by England’s rolling fields.
The images on display are a small selection from a larger body of work. In fact, a collection that is still being added to on every visit that I make back home.
I find myself wondering how it is that this idyllic, ancient and peaceful landscape fits within a scene of disagreement, uncertainty, and of a redefining of values.
As I reviewed my work in order to compile this small collection for display, I am struck by the angular appearance of the landscape, and in a subconscious way, I have no doubt that at the time that I framed an image in my camera viewfinder that I was in part recording the distance that I feel from my surroundings.
I have printed these images using a technique which both enhances contrast and adds a surreal perspective to the scene, in order that the viewer might be encouraged to view these images as more than just landscapes. Each image is handmade, and the vagaries of the process mean that no two prints can ever be the same. Of course, this is in contrast to a political process, which may well be generating a one size fits all result?
As I walked down country lanes, or along ancient footpaths, I am continually struck that regardless of one’s political standpoint, how each unfolding scene can be interpreted as a metaphor for the events of our time.