A new camera changes everything

It’s been a pretty painful few weeks. First, Jesse pointed out – well, someone had to – that my woodland project was, especially in the current circumstances, perhaps a bit ambitious within the timeframe. It’s a great idea, and something to work away at slowly, but letting go of that as the next hot thing for me was tough, especially in the absence of any coherent idea for this module. 

Second, and this might sound ridiculous, but the arrival of the Sony A7siii has thrown me more than I could possibly have anticipated. Not the technical headaches it caused – £399 for a new memory card, £270 for an upgrade to my editing software, and all of this more or less worked out single handed. Nor specifically the anxiety caused by changing camera in the early stages of my first major commission. But the possibilities suddenly opening up. Because unlike my previous Sony, the A7siii shoots video to the same quality as my stills cameras. And this has thrown absolutely everything, finally broken down the wall between my film and photography worlds, and meant that I no longer need to work out if I’m a filmmaker or a photographer, but able to occupy and explore the middle ground. 

I looked into the relationship between the moving and still photographic image during my Film Masters at Bristol, but not revisited this research, over two years ago. Likewise, I’ve been curious as to why it’s OK to work in video on a photography MA, and how video operates differently in this context – as it must for the sake of disciplinary coherence. And given that I’m hellbent on doing a film PhD with a supervisor from a fine art background, it makes sense to spend the coming module reconnecting with film in a fresh context. 

So I’ve ordered a bunch of books, got a few recommendations, revisited some practitioners who work in both, begun asking around for recommendations and advice, and one of the things that occurs to me is how comfortable I feel occupying this middle ground, how much I’ve already thought this through, perhaps even without realising it, and how it maybe gives me a critical edge with my photography, in a contemporary context where awareness of the medium is so utterly central. This could be my niche. 

So, today and earlier in the week, I’ve been out at Woodbury Common, tripod over my shoulder, filming. As a filmmaker, I work much more like landscape photographers who use large format and view cameras. Working with a tripod, shooting less, covering less ground, this is how I’ve always worked as a filmmaker. I really go in deep, interrogate details in a way I don’t with stills. And so I thought, if I’m to keep things at the heaths, rather than the great roaming explorations of the past year, I’d pick an idea, or a theme, and explore that. Keeping with commons, I thought enclosures would be good, especially given that the heaths have some odd little enclosed pockets which have their own distinctive sense of place. 

Today, I decided to explore what’s known as Diamond Plantation, a tiny rhomboid woodland on the bank of a valley mire which is surrounded by enclosure embankments. No particular agenda, just seeing what happened. I knew I wanted to express a sense of the place – so views from the rises around it, the sounds and vegetation to be found there. But what I didn’t expect was to come full circle with the Hidden Corners/ childhood idea: these odd little places have become places because they’re enclosed. They’ve become anomalous in the landscape by being enclosed and improved, developing a separate character, and that makes them magic kingdoms, with portals and potential. More, their very enclosure invites invasion, reminding me of breaking into forbidden places, especially gardens, when I was a child. And so I’m able to bring to these profoundly political, violently exploitative places, the imaginative anarchy of childhood. That’s pretty damned cool – and it’s also perfect that there are vestiges of all kinds of games here – dens, a smoke grenade, bike tracks. I found myself drawn to the fantastical – eerie wood shapes, a fly agaric, pitcher plants. My eye for the fantastic is undiminished, it turns out.

Around these places, I think I can work out everything I need to: deepen my understanding and connection with commons, and these commons in particular; expand on the childhood themes from hidden corners (one or two shots recall, deliberated, E.H. Shepard); give me the opportunity to interrogate the overlaps and divisions between still and motion photography through my own work and research; bring to bear on my filmmaking what I’ve learned about photography over the past year; consider how still and moving image can be combined into one body of work (the stills from this camera are excellent). I also remembered just how abstract light can become in video – watching sun sweep through a valley: you just can’t capture that the same way in stills. 

I’m also thinking through the Wellcome Brief – focussing on the devilish figures in the burned gorse and the crucifixes in the dead trees emphasise the fantastical dimension of eco-anxiety. Likewise, keeping these in a very shallow DOF emphasises the narrowness of vision thinking like this entails. I think this will work. 

Out of my tree

I like to spend a while mulling things over before writing anything down, so the gap in this CRJ indicates significant mulling. In light of various constraints, discoveries and understandings, I’m now moving the focus of my work on this Masters away from registered commons to woodland. Of course, that’s not to say none of the images I’ll be making will be of registered commons, as significant woodland is often found in such places, but the social, cultural and historic fact of commons now assumes a lesser importance. It’s also worth mentioning – though in itself this merits a post all its own – that I can ‘see’ the project I’m about to discuss as a photography project, while my commons project I can ‘see’ more as a film; indeed, it will be the focus of my Phd.

I’ve always taken pictures of trees. My two photos published by The Guardian were both of trees, and if you look at my Instagram feed, whatever the environment, be it coastal or urban or agricultural, there’s usually a tree somewhere in a starring role. When we visited Morocco in 2018, I was as fascinated with the walnut groves and juniper scrub as I was the Islamic architecture and ancient streets. 

Nr. Tizi Oussem, 2018, Andy Thatcher

My Hidden Corners zine for the previous module’s Work in Progress Portfolio was entirely composed of woodland shots – mostly plantation woodland. My great take-home lesson from this project was how naturally I am drawn to hidden wooded corners in the landscape, and was able to identify this attraction with the books and films of my childhood, as well as the melancholy such places evoke as befits someone such as myself who has endured long stretches of serious depression. I had felt at the time, this work was a sidestep move, largely in response to the reduced ability to travel of lockdown, but rather than get back on with visiting the commons I’d meant to – Greenham Common, the Forest of Dean, Runnymede Meadow – I’m keen to pursue this line of inquiry. 

Uphams Plantation, 2020, Andy Thatcher

I’m keen to create as my Final Masters Project a body of work studying woodland which appears in or has influenced well-loved children’s books. Having grown up close to the Ashdown Forest, better known as Winnie-the-Pooh’s Hundred Acre Wood, this keeps the project’s personal connection. But it’s also something I can see would have a broad appeal. To begin with, in response to the climate crisis, and intensifying during lockdown, local green space and nature across all media, are enjoying considerable public attention, and the destruction of woodland, whether for HS2 or at the hands of the Amazon’s illegal loggers, is a major concern for many. In addition, children’s literature enjoys considerable cultural prestige in the UK, which has produced many of the world’s best-loved works, and is deeply connected with a sense of landscape and nationhood. A book that gathers together, in words and images, woods that many have loved without ever visiting would seem a strong candidate for publication. I also have some quite useful connections to promote this, not least the novelist, reviewer of children’s books for broadsheets and nature-lover Amanda Craig, who I have in mind to write an introduction. 

buckinghamtoday.co.uk, 2020

It’s important to me that the project collects a diversity of woodland from a diverse range of books. Hence I’m keen to track down the Gruffalo’s deep dark wood just as I am Enid Blyton’s Enchanted Forest. I also want to acknowledge the threats to woodland, already depicted in Colin Dann’s Animals of Farthing Wood (a housing estate in the middle of a book of woodland images would strike quite a strident note), and it’s fascinating, desperately sad and oddly fitting that half of the ancient Jones Hill Wood, which inspired Roald Dahl to write Fantastic Mr. Fox, is being destroyed to make way for HS2. Other woods already identified are Puzzlewood in the Forest of Dean (Tolkien’s Mirkwood AND Rowling’s Forbidden Forest), Wytham Woods (Horwood’s Duncton Wood), Bisham Woods (Graeme’s Wild Wood from The Wind in the Willows) and Hampstead Heath (the lampposts of which inspired Lewis to write The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe). 

‘Looked at himself in the water again’, 1926, E. H. Shepard

It’s also important to acknowledge that many children’s books are beloved for their illustrations. Sheppard’s depictions of the Wild Wood and the Hundred Acre Wood take particular care with trees, which often dominate the frame, and I can identify something of my own style and preferences in Tolkien’s illustrations of Mirkwood and the strange and exotic woodland of Tove Jansson’s Moominland. Thus a question of style inevitably emerges. A project photographing places used for celebrated imaginings which presenting them in a documentary, objective style would, to me, miss the point. Anyone can track down these places via Google, after all. Rather, I would prefer to use both the places and the stories to which they are connected as the jumping off point for my own imaginings. We none of us read a story in quite the same way, and our own memories, experiences and temperaments find expression when we apply out imaginations to a work of fiction. I would thus create, essentially, my own illustrations for these works. 

Untitled (tree), 1990, Stephen Shore

Different photographers see trees in different ways, and trees being such huge things, there are many ways of seeing them, from distant picturesque shots of a wooded ridge, to a close up abstract of bark. I increasingly find trees strange, alien things, and love them no less for that. Their bark can take on fleshy textures, as if they have appendages and orifices, and their relationship with other plants, whether parasitic or not, creates peculiar embraces and wrestling postures. The disturbed, but brilliant, imagination of HP Lovecraft has left its mark on me in this regard, and I find it hard not to relate to woodland as if it is not, in fact, responding to some alien intrusion, as does the woodland in his The Color Out Of Space. It is this strangeness which to some extent explains the enduring appeal of woodland in children’s literature – a world as foreign to children as the adult world for which it often prepares them – and so it makes sense to me to continue to capture this in my practice. 

Clifton Downs, 2020, Andy Thatcher

There’s a political, post-human dimension, too. It is easy to view trees anthropomorphically: like us, they stand, are long-lived, and even their limbs appear to reflect outstretched arms. But this denies trees their autonomy, their fundamental difference, and lends itself to an infantilisation which undermines respect for them as beings in their own right, something Richard Mabey proposes in The Ash and the Beech (2013). Moreover, according to Wholleben (2017), there is increasing scientific evidence that trees are to some extent sentient, albeit in a radically different way to us. Thus it makes sense to me, not to attempt to capture, or not to seek to primarily capture, whole trees, or collections of whole trees, but details, especially where those details express what Mark Fisher describes (2016) as ‘the weird and the eerie’ (see earlier posts for more on this work). So if much conventional depiction of woodland seeks to emphasise the familiar, the comfortable, the nostalgic, the restorative, I would prefer to return to that overwhelmingly found in children’s literature: woodland as unknown and unknowable, forbidding and full of possibility. And over the course of this module, rather than explore a specific woodland – although I intend to visit Stoke Woods often, a few miles from my home – I want the trees themselves to be the subject of my practice. 

Stoke Woods, 2020, Andy Thatcher

Fisher, Mark. 2016. The Weird and the Eerie. London: Repeater.

Mabey, R. 2013. The Ash and the Beech: The Drama of Woodland Change. London: Vintage.

Wholleben, P. 2017. The Hidden Life of Trees. London: William Collins.

Artist as outsider

I’ve felt, throughout this MA, that I don’t belong. I don’t speak the language of photography, I don’t connect with the criticism about it, and I don’t understand the fine art context of much contemporary photography. I often wonder by what sleight of hand I ended up here. I’ve rejected the majority of what I’ve been presented with; it reflects neither my background, nor what makes me take photos, nor how it feels for me to do so. But inasmuchas this course is all about positioning myself in relation to contemporary photography, I’m nevertheless doing exactly what is asked of me. 

So, I know what I’m not, and what it’s pointless trying to become, and I’m fine with that. I know how my writing, my academic background, and my filmmaking have shaped my photography, and why that makes my work distinctive. But there’s not getting away from the idea that photography is art in a way that film just isn’t. So the question needs to be thought through carefully: if I’m in the business of making art, what kind of artist am I? 

I was fascinated to come across Charles Russell’s Groundwaters: A Century of Art by Self-Taught and Outsider Artists. Just the title alone had me interested. Outsider and Self-Taught art is a well-researched and well-respected field, though seemingly little-known to the overwhelming majority of the public. Outsider artists are those who do not belong to the mainstream (not here used in any pejorative sense) of the word, especially those whose living circumstances make them outsiders to the mainstream of society; mediums, institutionalised schizophrenics, the homeless. While all of these are self-taught, the term self-taught artists also includes those who otherwise are part of society, often coming to create art as an expression of their profound religious feelings, or as an unheralded outpouring of creativity unleashed late in life. Like all terms, they are slippery – self-taught artists have to some extent been taught by their exposure to other artists. Outsider artists can continue to create work after critical recognition and with financial support – so are they outsider artists? Flawed terms, yes, but useful. 

In many ways, such artists are, simply, artists. They take from and reconfigure the worlds around them, its art-objects, material manifestations. They frequently do so to externalise their interior lives. And while the intensity with which they do so is markedly different from the majority of artists working within the academy, such primal ferocity is found in, say, Bacon or Pollock, such intense illusions are found in Grayson Perry and Magritte, such obsessively prolific activity is found in Warhol. What marks outsider and self-taught artists out is that such elements are typical, even defining of this type of work, simply because such art is created not for the art crowd, or the critics, and often it is not created for anyone at all, but the art is first and foremost created for the self. There is no, or very little, dialogue with art as an idea; relationships with other art-objects are direct, personal responses rather than coolly critical contextualisations. It is not art about art, but art begat of art. 

I recognise in this much of my passion for creating photography; I am similarly interested in finding reconciliation of difficult oppositions – nature and culture, self and other, rejection and acceptance. I am similarly interested in drawing on a hotchpotch of influences – Matisse, EH Sheppard, Chrystal Lebas, HP Lovecraft – to create illusions in which to escape. I am similarly more interested in my own direct responses to photography than elaborate philosophical contextualisations. I am similarly unconvinced in critical discourse’s claim – and that of photographers closely working in this register – to speak to the universal, seemingly unaware of its frequently solipsistic, closed loop of self-referencing. 

It’s important, however, to recognise a key difference: until fairly recently, nearly all working photographers were self-taught, and many still are. And while photography, so it seems to me, is in the process of transitioning to the academy more and more firmly, it still embraces outsider photographers like Vivian Meier in a way that fine art still does not. 

This is the beginning of a train of thought for me, one I will return to. Outsider art is a powerful means for me to understand my position as a misfit on this course not as a weakness, but as a strength. It will give me something on which to draw for confidence and for direction, to prevent me from hankering after ways of thinking and working that seem ‘correct’ but are ultimately alien to me. 

Russell, C. 2011. Groundwaters: A Century of Art by Outsider and Self-Taught Artists. New York: Prestel.

#TheHeathsAndMe


The Heaths and Me is in its very early stages, but as it in part arises from coursework on Surfaces and Strategies, it’s worth briefly discussing.

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I’m interested in what places mean to people and the many ways there are for expressing meaning. I’d originally intended to meet and interview as many people as I could during this module, but the pandemic made that impossible. Instead, I thought it’d be interesting to collect people’s photos and ask them about them. It’s a fairly common strategy in sensory ethnography, a methodology that interests me greatly, and it’s also something that can easily be done remotely. I mentioned this to Kim, the site manager of the East Devon Pebblebed Heaths, and she was immediately enthusiastic. Kim has moved to her position from the National Trust, was very much involved with their Spirit of Place public engagement activities, and wants to use this approach to understand people’s relationships to the heaths to better answer their needs communicate with them. 

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We came up with #TheHeathsAndMe, a 2-month project starting in July 2020, asking for people to share images through social media and email, not just pretty images but images that communicate how they feel about the heaths, or what they mean to them. A series of weekly challenges are being posted online and on signage around the heaths themselves. The response has been modest so far, but I imagine we’ll find some good material once the two months is up. 

It’s my plan to pick the images I feel communicate the most – that have what Barthes describes as a punctum – regardless of their level of technical proficiency. That’s not to disregard pictures that are simply pretty – obviously that’s a completely valid expression of meaning. Just that I feel there needs to be something additional in the image. I’ll then interview the photographers and take a photo of my own in response – most likely I’ll visit the spot and photograph the spot where they stood, either down at the ground, or framing the shot ‘as if’ they were in it. The two images and a salient quote will form a single piece and a series of these will be exhibited when the heaths are launched – hopefully – as a National Nature Reserve next year. 

So, wrapped up in a single project, we have rephotography, presentation, appropriation and participation. Watch this space. 

Reflections on Hidden Corners: a photo trail.

There can surely be nothing further removed from exhibiting in a ‘white cube’ than picking up a dog poo bag from one’s exhibition space before 8am, hoping not to hit the Friday changeover traffic at the M5 junction on the way back home. 

I’ve been delighted with how my first exhibition, Hidden Corners, has gone. It was amazing luck that Pebblebed Heaths Conservation Trust’s annual heath week – which coincides with the heather being at its peak – also coincided with Falmouth Flexible’s Landings 2020. Unfortunately, I’ve been too busy with the exhibition, family and work at Devon Wildlife Trust to involve myself much with Landings, which is a shame. But I do feel lucky that I’ve been able to put on a physical exhibition in this very strange year. I also feel really lucky that Kim and Kate at PHCT have been so enthusiastic and helpful. 

To recap: a discovery over recent months is that it’s the hidden corners of places that really draw me – places that are a bit overlooked, neglected, a bit sinister, but also full of vitality. They’re places to dream about, prompts for the imagination, and I’ve worked with them in various media time and again. The fascination stems from the books of my childhood and has continued on through my love of horror films. This fascination is not informed by photography, and interestingly, it was brought to my attention as much by my daughter’s imaginative preferences for our choices of family walks. 

With my exhibition, I didn’t want to tell people what kind of relationship to have with the images; rather, I wanted them to enter into the process which brought them about. This was in part a result of a conversation with Jesse Alexander early on in the exhibition’s development; he’d mentioned he thought it a bit pointless having pictures of the place where you were already standing, and I agree – doing so would be an arrogant statement that the artist’s vision of a place is implicitly superior to that of the ‘mere’ visitor. I’d been to a photography trail in Fingle Woods on Dartmoor some years ago where huge photos were hung in the trees, and this was exactly how that trail struck me. 

Hence, I came up with a photography trail of around 90 minutes around a lesser-known part of East Budleigh Common, taking in a few hidden corners where six laminated and framed images were planted on wooden stakes. The trail itself and the selection of sites for images are thus an expression of the same thing as the images; they have been selected and arranged in a manner not dissimilar to going on a shoot and editing images afterwards. To this extent, I guess the trail is more an installation than an exhibition. Each image invites viewers to look around for hidden corners close by, and also to guess on which of the six named commons it was taken. 

There’s been some good feedback. Everyone, including Kim and Kate, ended up visiting spots they’d never been to before and, as I’d hoped, this proved to be as important to viewers as the images themselves. One respondent is now keen to visit all the spots where the images were taken – which is easier said than done in one or two cases, as it’s quite hard to describe accurately how to do so. 

Having walked the trails numerous times, it became obvious that once the exhibition had entered the landscape, it took on a life of its own. First, it was clear that the images were also being encountered individually where they intersect with the habitual circuits of dog-walkers, horse-riders and young families. Doubtless, some would think it just some arty nonsense not worth bothering with, but I hope that most would be pleased to find something a bit unexpected and hopefully like the image, possibly giving them pause to think throughout the rest of their walk or ride. 

Second, someone somehow got wind of the trail and put up their own numbered photo trail which in places intersects with mine. The photos are military, mainly tanks, and generally depicting desert warfare. Kim suspects she knows who this might be – a member of the public who has previously taken it upon themselves to inform others about the military use of the commons. 

Third, the trail took its place amongst the events of the common. The Royal Marines have been training in exactly this corner or the commons throughout the exhibition, and this has meant that one image, close by a spot favoured for boozy campfires by local teens, has remained pristine and spotless, a series of makeshift shelters being made and remade nearby. Meanwhile another image, housed in a former military hut, was the favoured dumping ground for a particular dog walker’s filled dog-poo bags, and the same place was used to dump Costa Coffee cups (presumably the same person). This has continued throughout the exhibition. 

Last, it has entangled me even deeper with the landscape than my photography ever could. Walking between my images early in the morning, blank gunfire all around me as I stride out with my litter picker, has been a slightly humbling experience. However much I might intellectualise my work – and goodness knows, I love to do this – the fact remains that it is grounded fundamentally in the materiality of existence, and is intended to communicate precisely this, even when inflected with affect. It also acknowledges the profound democracies at play on a registered common, that no single experience is more or less valid than the other, and it is for this reason I was quite delighted to come across a rival trail. 

Work in Progress Feedback

Two bits of feedback within a couple of days regarding my WIP zine saying the same thing: the questions don’t work. When that happens, I always pay attention. My intention behind the questions was, rather than tell viewers what these places meant to me, to get them to engage imaginatively with the images. I didn’t appreciate that doing so was essentially another form of dictating a response, perhaps in a way that seemed rather artificial, maybe even patronising. In fact, simply having a blank page following each grouping gives the viewer pause to reflect anyway, and the groupings are, I believe, interconnected enough to communicate a collectively shared theme. Cemre Yesil, my tutor for this module, has suggested throughout I put in a piece of writing to add context (I think ‘narrative’ may be used interchangeably with this after a fashion when it comes to photography). I’d mentioned I didn’t want to get too autobiographical, but I can now see how a viewer’s curiosity could extend to the person behind the lens come what may (mine certainly does) and so a deft bit of writing, with an accent on creative language use, could both answer that curiosity without detracting from the experience too much. I hope I’ve achieved that. Certainly, it’s made me confident enough to give the zine a title, the same as my exhibition trail: Hidden Corners.

Colaton Raleigh Common, May 2020, Andy Thatcher

Cemre had also queried a group of images I’d used – the ‘traces’ – and I can see that without explanatory text it might seem that I’d contrived these. Besides, the group of close-ups were more to add interest and texture and were intended as imaginatively stimulating; without the questions, they didn’t fit in, and this has allowed me to put in three of the dens images I’d enjoyed and others had responded to enthusiastically. 

Uphams Plantation, June 2020, Andy Thatcher

Cemre had also queried two other images put in to support the intended imaginative stimulation and let the collection appear deliberately open-ended. These have now been replaced with, I believe, superior images that provide more of a sense of completion. 

East Budleigh Common, June 2020, Andy Thatcher

Curating the liminal

I’m interested in people’s connection with places and the meanings places come to have. Through preventing me from restlessly visiting commons around Southern England, as for many of us, the 2020 pandemic has enforced a more subjective, introspective attitude towards the same subject. There came a point of realisation in May, when I was stumbling through mud and brambles in a neglected corner of Colaton Raleigh Common. I realised at this moment that I wasn’t blindly exploring, open to everything and to happenstance, but actively looking for a specific type of experience. I realised, suddenly, that at 47 I was doing exactly the same thing I’d been doing throughout my life – since childhood, in fact. 

My more recent background is in writing fiction and filmmaking, and the kind of writing and filmmaking that’s always been most important to me is the weird and the eerie, as I’ve mentioned previously. There’s a psychological explanation for this, as I’ve also recently mentioned, linked to a very lonely and unhappy childhood and a no less easy adult life full of a repeating cycle of hope and disappointment which has led to a lifelong battle with dysthymia. My attraction to weird and eerie places is that such places more accurately reflect my inner states and, through my then being able to externalise them, I can find solace and approach them creatively, rather than trying to suppress or battle them. 

It would, however, be foolish to reduce this interest entirely to my unhappiness. Such books and films are enormously popular and not everyone who loves them suffers depressive moods; in fact, many of their creators are full of joy and vitality, living lives full of event and people. And so in creating a zine from images of these places, I needed to decide whether to make the work introspective or more outward looking. As I don’t think my life, personal history or my character are of much interest, or at least as I’m insufficiently interested in them to make them the focus of my work, I decided it would be better to use the images as a started point to look beyond the circumstances that brought them about. 

My daughter is, like me, someone driven by their imagination. She’s also drawn to the weird and the eerie – has, in fact, elected to read Mark Fisher’s The Weird and The Eerie over the summer. Though she’s had her ups and downs, they’ve not been more than one would expect for a sensitive child at a difficult time. Ruby is, like me, drawn to unsettling places, which she then fashions into artwork, teasing out stories, characters and moods. 

I have likewise, over the years, had similar responses to places and these have appeared from time to time in my work. Initially, I’d thought to create a fictional narrative from the twilight images shot in May and June of this year, drawing on horror, dystopian sci-fi, disaster movies, and folk fantasy. I quickly felt uncomfortable in doing so; this was too contrived a response to the actual places, too abstracted from the lived experience of being there, smelling the damp, noticing the commons enclosures. It felt too removed from my more general interests in place and in commons in particular. It felt like a betrayal of my attention to and concern for context.

Instead, I wanted to communicate not what I was thinking, nor even really what I was feeling, being in the diminishing light in these strange places, but to somehow provide an experience for the viewer, such that a viewer might have their own experience of the place. This is something I’ve encountered in photobooks: I’m yet again going to mention John Gossage’s The Pond, but also W.P. Eckersley’s Dark City. It’s more common, however, for a photographer to curate the experience of place in some way, and there’s nothing whatsoever wrong with doing so: Joel Sternfeld’s Rome After Rome, for example. But with this particular engagement I’ve had with place, what I’ve found most interesting, and what I’ve particularly wanted to communicate is the uncertainty, the liminality, and the imaginative potential of the commons’ hidden corners. By either interrogating the autobiographical and psychological impulses which have drawn me to them, or imaginatively developing the images in the form of a narrative or world-building logic, I would be closing down that potential for the viewer and thus be unable to communicate it. 

Instead, while there has been imaginative engagement in the WIP – the idea of unwittingly entering a parallel world draws on works like The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe or more recently numerous episodes of Black Mirror – the engagement is left unfinished, inviting completion by the viewer through asking questions rather than making statements. This inclusive engagement was something I began exploring in my Ruscha task at the start of this module, and was why the zine didn’t have a title or an explanation. Likewise, my Hidden Corners exhibition asks questions of its viewers, inviting them to seek out their own engagements with the places in which the images are found. 

This is all a very, very different approach to the one I’d been taking up until this module. To some extent, it draws on previous film work, but is far more deliberately obscured in terms of meaning. Whether or not it’s an approach which will have a life beyond this module is difficult to say. However, in terms of exploring and communicating my own attachment to place, it’s been a novel, crucial and necessary step: how else could I possibly begin to examine and represent the attachments of others to place if I hadn’t put in considerable work to doing so? 

On Narrative: why not everything is a story.

The idea of narrative or story across the arts is one I’ve found increasingly overblown. This is perhaps surprising given that my earlier creative work was in writing short and long fiction for adults and children. When it comes to these explicitly narrative forms, and that includes film and graphic fiction, I’m very much a signed-up believer in the persistence of classic myth arcs, whether it’s The Tiger Who Came to Tea or Mrs. Dalloway, the work of Junji Ito or Jacques Tati. There are situations where I’m looking for and expecting to be told a story, and when I don’t get one, or the one I get is deficient in some way, it can be infuriating. However, there are numerous artistic encounters where I’m not expecting this. It’s not always at the forefront of my mind in an exhibition, nor when watching a documentary, and it certainly isn’t at the forefront of my mind when I pick up a photobook or a zine. 

That’s not to say that narrative shouldn’t be incorporated. Mark Leckey’s 2019 retrospective exhibition O Magic Power of Bleakness blended immersive installation with theatre, folk myth and film. Documentary has long since powerfully drawn on fictional strategies to articulate complex ideas or drive home messages, from conventional works such as Morgan Spurlock’s Supersize Me to experimental ones such as Patrick Keiler’s Robinson in Ruins. John Gossage’s The Pond is perhaps my favourite photobook, and it teases the viewer as it takes them around a nondescript landscape. Jack Latham’s Sugar Paper Theories deftly takes the viewer through the labyrinthine story of a failed criminal prosecution. 

But it seems to me there’s an overemphasis on narrative across the arts – and beyond, to PR and advertising – that’s been there for some considerable time. I think this is limiting, and I can equally point to favourite works to which narrative is irrelevant: Richard Misrach’s Desert Cantos, Simone Nieweg’s Landscapes and Gardens. The images of Gregory Crewdson’s Twilight might hint at narratives, but the book, from my own responses, is arranged for affect rather than logic. 

It should be noted that in the case of Gossage and Latham, the works follow readymade narratives – a journey, a criminal case. There is a logical reason for adopting these. Of course, it could be that to the more tutored eye, narratives do emerge, to which I would argue that in such a case, they are of significantly lesser importance than those who created them or identify them might realise. 

As I’m intending on creating a zine for my work in progress portfolio, I’ve been acquiring and evaluating a number which explore space in some way. The relationship between space and narrative is complex: narratives assume beginnings, crises and endings, whereas space is without such events. Exporting human narratives onto explorations of space would be to anthropomorphise it. Additionally, to impose narrative on space is to tidy it and simplify it. Space is complex and, especially when dealing with a maximum of 16 images, to impose narrative would be reductive. And, last, it is to curate it: what I intend, as with my film work, is to give viewers the possibility of their own experience of the space being represented. 

It’s interesting just how few of the zines I’ve looked at have explicit narratives. The most overtly narrative is Nils Karlson’s Iceland, which takes the viewer from remote mountain to farmstead, town and to the ocean, also making use of the changing of seasons. In River to River, Stephen McCoy takes the viewer between the rivers Mersey and Douglas, with scant attention to continuity of light or season. But that’s it. Marc Vallee’s Down and Up in Paris is a visceral immersion in tagging that riffs on repetition and ubiquity, in keeping with its subject. Kyle McDougall constructs mini-journeys within snowbird around sites, but groups these together thematically, interspersing with diptychs chosen for their thematic or aesthetic relationships. Likewise, Alexis Maryon occasionally groups images thematically across several pages in Port of Newhaven, but there does not appear to be any narrative logic behind their arrangement, but rather a deft manipulation of affect, a progression that is more akin to music. Francesca deLuca’s extraordinary Cyan Sands begins with a logic of aesthetic repetition and variation, but eventually takes the viewer on a journey from the high desert mountains to sandscapes. I could discern no particular logic behind Nicholas J R White’s The Militarisation of Dartmoor – which at 23 images is the shortest of the zines here – but there is a sufficient degree of interest and aesthetic care for that not to matter. Grant Archer could well have used the journey up and down the rock of Gibraltar for his two-zine set Mons Calpe, but rather takes the viewer up and down at random; this confusion could be said to be reflective of the complexity and strangeness of his subject. 

So where does this leave me? Narrative is something I can draw on, is something I enjoy, but if it does not appear to match the intentions of a work, I should consider other logics of organisation for my work. These could be the logic of artefact and repetition, of theme, of aesthetics, or of affect, or a combination of these. As I turn to make sense of the odd series of images I made at the end of June and which will form my portfolio, it is these I will be considering. Not narrative.