December 1985 A photograph of my mother, Audrey, taking the opportunity of a scaffold outside our flat in St Ives to give the window a proper clean. I knew that the flash would reflect from the glass but also that, given the latitude of the films of the day, it was the only way to…
November 1985 When I went to study at the Courtauld Institute, I was new to art history and extremely insecure about my abilities and the extent of my ignorance. Given the reputation of the place as a small, specialist academic centre, I naively expected an atmosphere of intense intellectual exchange—and did in fact find it…
September 1985 Visiting Italy with a headful of legends, the mundane and disjointed character of its landscape sometimes seemed layered, translucently, over ancient stories. I did not come to know the photographs of Luigi Ghirri until many years later, but his work precisely portrayed a simultaneous crisis of the environment and the image world. In…
The idea of ‘The Anatomy of Photography’ blog is that it follows the photographs that I took forty years ago to the month (the date was printed on Kodachrome slides), and that I should select images and write a text to accompany them within that same month, four decades on. Life events were bound to…
July 1985 Dead and inanimate things, when photographed, often appear to live a little. Sculptures twist their stone limbs; a gull crashed lifeless in the sand still shows the graceful curves of mobile flight. Since everything is frozen in photography, everything is also cast into implied movement. The psychologist Jean Piaget wrote poetically of how…
June 1985 Hornsey Road, Islington, June 1985 [With exams looming, I made few photographs in June, and those, by the evidence of the slides, in a state of some distraction, so here I will look back a month to those I took near Dunstanburgh Castle.] The sea was wild that late spring month, and I…
May 1985 Returning to the Northumberland coast to photograph Dunstanburgh Castle for Katrina Porteous , we would be out from frosty early morning until after dusk in that wild May of sunshine, high winds and tempestuous seas. On the day I took these photographs, when evening came on, the wind dropped. As the sun lowered,…
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