The Vespertine Rituals

I work at dusk, the edge of the day when the intense colour of the twilight sky mixes with the artificial lights of the night, where the play of light, people and landscape converge in time and space to create an elusive and ephemeral piece of theatre. Of late I’ve produced a series of photographic works exploring the idea of the "periphery", - the marginalised and the fringe dweller by use of theatrical tropes that deal with tribalism within the suburban realm. It is difference, the unseen that continues to attract me, after all voyeurism centred around the opportunity to peer into the lives of others and those in the past has always occupied a prominent place in photography.” "Wait for the thin membrane that separates worlds to rupture, wait for the rituals to begin, The moon begins its arch into the emergent night scattering faint stars in its wake across a bruised purple sky, A water tower, a black bulbous tripod set against the pearl-white luna orb looms as a monstrous spider over the cowering trees of the park, each begins their journey through the darkness, cloaked in the protective anonymity of paper, paint and synthetic store-bought hair, Distant trucks roar like forgotten caged lions as they shift gears in lowering modulated tonal moans negotiating the descent to the highway’s end, A borrowed face forged from less transient flesh hangs before our eyes, gossamer-frail torn from the tissues of memory and worn anew, Now trick or treat here then repeat after me