My first camera was a Kodak Instamatic 100, a present opened on my 13th birthday before sunrise somewhere en route in the back of the family car to the annual summer holiday destination. This was the start. Although paint, chalk and pencil are always there when I want them, the camera is my first choice to make a picture.
There is always that buzz from pressing the button to seeing the image for the first time whatever the subject whether it is a thing, a place, or someone.
Why do I take photographs?
It is the medium that provides the best way for me to create something and to express myself.
Although the methodical and calm approach to taking pictures of objects and places is both very satisfying and indeed therapeutic, the tension that exists with encountering someone to take their portrait is, frankly, addictive.
Apart from a few very brief workshops (Antoine d’Agata, JH Engström, Denis Darzacq and Tina Merandon) I am self taught. I am still learning.