
☀️ Eustace Collection: Connected Consciousness.
Here, I explore how these carvings form a vast network of meaning, linking past and present - thus contributing to significance.
In the late 1990's I had a breakdown that ultimately led me, through a journey that took me away from depression, to a new career in photography. What made all the grit of the dark days worthwhile was that I was left with something that felt like a pearl - a new way of seeing and interacting with things - more sensual, emotive and visual. These posts explore different ways of seeing and experiencing our world.
Here, I explore how these carvings form a vast network of meaning, linking past and present - thus contributing to significance.
I gave myself permission to stop and enjoy it, and to take time to photograph it, inspite of the curious glances from passers by.
Inspired by Edwin Smith’s photography and Olive Cook’s letters, uncover hidden narratives and historical layers that shape this town’s heritage, revealing new ways of seeing place, art, and memory.
Buzzing with this new perspective, I set about photographing elements like this in the hope of sharing the singularity of the occasion with others, and with the wish of disseminating the pattern like a wind blown daisy seed - a bit of heritage grafting with the aid of my camera.
The landscape provides a correspondence with the transition of time—the valley bottoms out into flattened serenity, as the Berwyn hills rise like embattlements pitched against any sense of doubt as to the magic at play.
Their survival would articulate a faith in the long view; it would signal that we still have the capacity to consider future generations, even when we are not here to witness the fruits of our labour.
My photography helped me become a sculptor of light after being plunged into darkness by depression and my camera taught me how to see.
Despite our darkest selves, through the time-sieved collective, we can’t help but express the essence of what it means to be human.
I know it all sounds a little odd, and men don’t usually talk about these things, but I feel that what happened to me during that time was miraculous, and miraculous things should be shouted from the rooftops.