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. 

Is it thinking out of the box or simply failing to think into the white box?

This week’s task has been a bit perplexing. Being asked to think outside the box about exhibitions when you don’t know anything about exhibitions requires less of a leap of the imagination for me than putting one on in a ‘white box’ would have needed. Actually, one of the reasons I’m studying at Falmouth is to learn more about such things, and I very much hope that at some point someone will pass on their knowledge about this.

What’s been useful in considering all this is helping consolidate how I see myself as a photographer – and an arts practitioner generally. I don’t come from a fine art background. I don’t have fine art friends. I didn’t study fine art or photography. I don’t work in either. So it’s probably unsurprising that I struggle to see my work ever being put on those hallowed white walls. I can’t see the circumstances which would lead up to it. I can’t see my work fitting in. And I have to say in many ways the hallowed hush of the white box feels to me somewhat exclusive, alien, and just a teensy bit pretentious if a work fails to live up to all that such reverence implies.

Many of my favourite contemporary artists create work outside the gallery. Andy Goldsworthy is one, Keith Haring is another, Grayson Petty yet another. I bounced on Jeremy Deller’s inflatable Stonehenge in my local park, and I was a part of Anthony Gormley’s One and Other, reading childrens’ fiction from the Fourth Plinth of Trafalgar Square. I like these artists because they work with rather than against the general public, and understand that for art to be broadly accessible means neither dumbing down nor preaching nor belittling. And that art can also be enormous fun. The filmmaker Agnes Varda is a perfect example of someone who knows how to do this.

The project I’m working on with the Pebblebed Heaths Conservation Trust is all about connecting with the artwork that untrained photographers make, looking for images that communicate affect rather than technical and aesthetic accomplishment – though without excluding those that do. I’d been reticent to then extract such work and transplant it somewhere I don’t think it belongs, but also been at a loss as to where exactly to place it. Similarly, I don’t want to position my practice above anyone, and I have to say, I’ve seen work in amateur camera clubs that has more about it than some of the most revered contemporary photographers. I’ll post later about my plans for Landings, but this week has given me the opportunity to reevaluate where my work sits, because it’s given me the chance to look hard at where it doesn’t. My work belongs in the thick of things. A gap does not need to be opened up, a break does not need to be made, a translation does not need to occur. Placing my work in a white box – perhaps, also, in a costly photobook – risks doing all of these things.

Chrystel Lebas – Between Dog and Wolf

This small book is a little wonder. Despite its small size, Between Dog and Wolf (2006) provides an utterly immersive experience into the various twilights of Finland, England, Belgium and Japan. This isn’t just because Lebas’ chosen format is the panorama, nor that the images often take up their entire pages, but particularly due to Lebas’ unashamed, even brazen, embrace of black. 

untitled #4, 2005, Chrystel Lebas

The series Blue Hour, included here, lingers in the same bluebell glade until only a few unidentifiable dots of colour break up the final shot. The viewer is made to strain, made to work, just as when faced with dying light. The known becomes abstract and slightly unsettling, the complexities of woodland reduced to vague structures. 

untitled #9, 2005, Chrystel Lebas

Even where the trees’ shapes are more defined – as with the snow series Between Dog and Wolf (a French term for twilight) – the presence of large dark patches, or dark borders, implies an encroaching darkness. Lebas leaves much of the perception of this work to the viewer’s imagination, a perfect analogy of twilight’s cultural heritage.

untitled #1, 2003, Chrystel Lebas

I have much to learn here. Digital photography permits an almost forensic analysis of light, details in the shadows unavailable to the naked eye unveiled through Lightroom. I often find this an irresistible temptation: to lift the leaves, bark and pebbles from obscurity is an act of discovery with a certain amount of childish delight attached to it. However, doing so does not necessarily make for images that communicate affect as effectively as Lebas fuzzy edges and jet black patches, and it’s affect that interests me the most – at least at present – working as I am with the end of the day. Just because my camera has recorded detail in the shadows should not dictate that I reveal it. I am already beginning to darken some images, plunging details back into obscurity and leaving sections of the images featureless for the viewer to make their own mind up about. 

Harpford Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher

It’s also worth mentioning that I find high summer a difficult time for me to photograph. I’m drawn to geometric structures and the profusion of dark texture makes branches, paths, and streams complex and dense. Through plunging them back into darkness, the forms, paradoxically, begin to emerge once more, while new shapes emerge in the diminished points of light which have struggled through the foliage. 

Woodbury Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher

Lebas, C. 2006. Between Dog and Wolf. London: Azure Publishing. 

Yi-Fu Tuan – Space & Place

Geographer Yi-Fu Tuan’s writing has resonated across disciplines and his term topophilia, or love of place, has entered into relatively common parlance. Like other geographers I’m interested in, Tuan’s focus is on place and on space (1977). I’ve been incorporating Doreen Massey’s (2005) work in this field in considering my own practice for some time, but I’m new to Tuan. Their analysis is markedly different, though not, I believe, contradictory. Both are useful and valid perspectives from which to consider these elusive terms.

Uphams Plantation, 2020, Andy Thatcher

One key differences is, to my mind, that while Massey sees place-making as being a collective, social activity in which an individual involves themselves, for Tuan, place-making is a more individualistic, willed process of cognitive configuration in response to need and intention. For Massy, place acts upon us and we become entangled in it, our actions shaping the place not just for ourselves but for others; it is an interactive, social process. For Tuan, place is primarily constituted by the individual – the resident, the architect, artist, the scientist – through specific forms of gaze, enclosure and categorisation. Massey does acknowledge this as a part of place-making, but argues that it sets up conflict and a tendency towards enforcing stasis on place, as seen with conservationists, heritage organisations at one end of the scale and extreme nationalists at the other. Using this more individualistic model, Tuan is thus able to interrogate why place-making is a fundamental form of human conceptionalisation, arguing that doing so provides physical and emotional stability and calm, as well as a means of practical comparison between places. 

Uphams Plantation, 2020, Andy Thatcher

Space, on the other hand, is abstract, threatening, unformed, that to which we respond fearfully when we find ourselves lost; place, in essence, is tamed space. Space is movement; place is stasis. Massey, however, argues that the movement of space is unstoppable, and place is simply a combining and exclusion of different trajectories which constitute space. 

Uphams Plantation, 2020, Andy Thatcher

The timing of reading Tuan’s work is fortuitous, as I’m focussing on a more determinedly subjective response to the Pebblebed Heaths during this module, in preparation for exploring the subjective responses of others. Previously, I had let myself be open to and informed by the Heaths, when photographing, in social encounters, and through research. Now, however, I’m more interested in my own responses and, particularly, how I am constituting places and choosing places according to my own needs. I have mentioned previously my turn to the melancholy, but I believe the environments I seek out also provide psychological benefits; there is something reassuring in being enclosed by trees in some of the dense woodland, just as the emptiness of the plantations at the end of the day provides not just solitude but a privacy not possible on the heaths. I am aware of such places as being pre-made as such – enclosure banks, naming on maps, the prevalence of dens and trail adaptations – but I am also drawing on this material to constitute the place for myself, after my own fashion. 

Uphams Plantation, 2020, Andy Thatcher

What constitutes Uphams Plantation, for instance, as ‘place’ is quite different for me as for the mountain biker, the forester, the young family, the conservationist. Indeed, I’m increasingly finding myself subdividing the placeof the heaths in smaller and smaller places, with affect being the foundation of these. I suspect those groups previously mentioned will also be doing so, but for the mountain-biker, the trail is a place, for the conservationist, so is the Dartford Warbler habitat; Tilley and Cameron-Daum’s anthropological study of the heaths (2017) included map-making from different users, from model aircraft flyers to Marines, demonstrates the diversity of such placemaking, even amongst the same user groups.

Uphams Plantation, 2020, Andy Thatcher

As the heaths’ role in my personal life has been its support for my mental wellbeing – it was the place I knew I must visit first when recovering from nervous exhaustion – it makes sense that my own map, constituted by placemaking according to my own needs, should be the focus of a more subjective engagement with this considerable and varied tract of land. Conversely, it also helps account for the difficulty I have in capturing affect in areas to which I find it less easy to develop intimacy. 

Massey, D. 2005. For Space. London: SAGE Publications. 

Tilley, C., & Cameron-Daum, K. 2017. An Anthropology of Landscape. London: UCL Press. 

Tuan, Y. 1977. Space and Place: The Perspective of Experience. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press. 

Rebecca Solnit: As Eve Said to the Serpent

I’ve been a fan of Rebecca Solnit since reading Wanderlust (2014) a few years back and find her an uncompromising but compassionate and balanced voice on social media. It’s been great discovering that same voice applied to visual arts – the roots of her critical engagement – and photography; I’ve discussed elsewhere her excellent collaboration with Klett and Wolfe, Drowned River (2018). As Eve Said to the Serpent (2003) is a collection of essays and three have proven especially useful in developing – and challenging – my thinking. 

At its core, Elements of a New Landscape is a critique of Plato’s cave which proposes alternatives. This foundational metaphor has never sat right with me, and Solnit problematises it as a highly gendered metaphor: a move from womblike irrationalism, upward to male empiricism and separation from the earth. She argues that much recent landscape art, and landscape photography, reverses this movement, and that a return into the cave is turning back from toxic progress, demonstrated in the mounting ecological crisis. It is also an unsentimental return to connecting with the earth, a restatement of unavoidable human entanglement with natural systems – and thus also the damage meted out on them. This entanglement rejects abstraction, favouring a subjective, sensory, tangible collaboration with landscape and a close observation from within. With specific reference to photography, Solnit notes its historic emphasis on the frame’s caesura and demonstrates how through installation work and self-insertion, the viewer can become involved while keeping intact photography’s evidentiary force which, she argues, plays a crucial role in reporting on the crisis. While I’ve long viewed my practice as an embodied entanglement inside landscape, and while I’m increasingly adopting a more subjective stance in my practice, it remains conventional. I’m not – yet- ready to make the leap to self-insertion, or installation, but will let those ideas float at the back of my mind. 

Unsettling the West: Contemporary Landscape Photography challenges an inherent binary in more conventional work, which distinguishes between landscape and social documentary photography, forcing a choice between aesthetics and tradition on the one hand, and political awareness and commentary on the other. Solnit does not see this is a recent turn, referring to Frank and Eggleston as documentarians of landscape, but is nevertheless one which has becoming more prominent. Speaking of Klett’s work, she points to his accommodation of both majestic “wilderness” and man’s banal but savage impact on it, without recourse to simplistic “elegies for a raped landscape” (94). This clean break between ‘virgin’ and ‘raped’ landscapes is one she returns to, arguing that the foundational work of Ansel Adams on the one hand, which deliberately strips Yosemite of human traces, is one side of the same coin as the New Topgraphic photographers’ trash-filled prairies in which human activity is dominant. This certainly resonates with my own work, as I never wish to settle on either the pristine or the ruined, but somehow incorporate both; certainly, to address conservation and the human enjoyment of non-urban areas is to weigh up precisely this.

Scapeland is an essay written to accompany Misrach’s Crimes and Splendors: The Desert Cantos of Richard Misrach (1996), which I will explore in some depth at a later date. She develops the themes of Unsettling The West with specific reference to the work of Misrach, arguing that in landscapes such as the desert is to be found precisely the complex, violently confrontation landscape that eludes the pastoral or sublime modes. Solnit specifically evaluates the role of beauty in these images, attacking a leftist rejection of beauty as unequal and elitist, no less than a right-wing belief in it as wholesome, conservative. She argues that beauty can be and is found everywhere, citing Constable’s belief that nothing is truly ugly, and that beauty is profoundly complex, suggesting fragility, transience, as well as seduction and violence. The desert, she points out, is the ideal landscape for exploring such contradictions. I am similarly troubled by but unwilling to reject, ideas of beauty, especially where beauty might permit a decontextualisation – and thus depoliticisation – of landscape. The commons are not so violent as the desert, and yet with their military traces and the evidence of often brutal landscape management, such as soil scrapes, to portray the experience of them in pastoral terms is to turn them into something they are not; finding the beautiful in a soil scrape is, however, something I have yet to achieve, though not through lack of trying. I look for an uneasy tension between beauty and political complexity in much of my work. Solnit illustrates here how it might be done by a master of his art. 

Klett, M., Solnit, R., & Wolfe, B. (2018). Drowned River: the death and rebirth of Glen Canyon on the Colorado. Santa Fe: Radius Books. 

Misrach, R. (1996). Crimes and Splendors: the desert cantos of Richard Misrach. Boston: Bullfinch Press. 

Solnit, R. (2003). As Eve Said to the Serpent: on landscape, gender, and art. Athens, Georgia: University of Georgia Press. 

Solnit, R. (2014). Wanderlust: a history of walking. London: Granta.

Jackie Bowring: Melancholy and the Landscape.

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Melancholy is a neglected, maligned and misunderstood word. There’s something distinctly archaic about it, with a whiff of Byronic Romantic excess. It’s also collapsed with milder forms of depression and thus suffers the cultural fear of contagion which still, alas, accompanies conceptions of mental illness and fragility. It is, to some extent, both of these things, but is also much more than that. Melancholy is an innately pleasurable form of sadness – think of Allegri’s Miserere, Love’s Forever Changes, the paintings of Edward Hopper, the haiku of Shiki. It is a productive, not an overwhelming sadness, for in melancholy one can contemplate and begin to resolve difficult feelings, such as grief, loss, despair, loneliness, or simply the ultimate transience of that which is good. In a contemporary culture slavishly obsessed with happiness, whatever that might mean, the Melancholy is both devalued and conversely, given the rising rates of depression and anxiety, more necessary than ever. 

Jacky Bowring’s Melancholy in the Landscape (2017) examines the different forms though which melancholy is expressed in landscape from the urban to the wilderness. While concentrating on landscape architecture, Bowring also addresses the visual arts, including photography. Her central argument is that melancholy needs to be considered alongside and interdependent with the Picturesque, the Beautiful and the Sublime as drawing on the same cultural and historic wellspring; in essence, she argues, we need to speak in terms of the Melancholy. It is crucial in parsing these terms to consider their affective differences, for while the Beautiful leans towards the joyful and transcendent, the Picturesque to a pleasing sense of worldly order, the Sublime to awe and terror, the Melancholy, according to Edmund Burke, in music emphasises ‘that melting, that sinking, that languor’. (28) The Melancholy thus, according to Karen Till (39) speaking of Holocaust memorials, carefully opens up a ‘wound’ to permit difficult emotions to emerge in a safe space; to this extent, it could therefore be said the Melancholy provides a valuable therapeutic function without proposing a cure. Speaking of Sontag’s discussion of the anaesthetising effects of overexposure to human suffering, Bowring also argues that the Melancholy, through its subtlety, engages and makes possible an empathetic engagement with the suffering of others (43).

Bowring sets out this argument eloquently and persuasively in Part 1; in Part 2, she sets out a taxonomy of expressions of the Melancholy. Bowring’s taxonomy overlaps to no small extent with Mark Fisher’s (2016) parsing of the Weird and the Eerie from the Uncanny (see earlier post on this). Certainly, all three make possible the Melancholy, and indeed the Uncanny is included here specifically. I have found Bowring’s taxonomy extraordinary with regards to my own practice, as here is set out the overwhelming majority of my stylistic, affective, and contextual drive as a photographer. This is to some extent unsurprising, as I have struggled with varying forms of anxiety and depression throughout my life since my mid-teens. I have sought out music, art, films, literature – and photography – which neither makes me confront the terrors of these emotions, nor escape them, but to permit me to dwell in them and thus find consolation and, to some extent, a resolution. It thus makes sense to address how I see this taxonomy reflected in my work, and to demonstrate this, I will make use of a single photo shoot, at East Budleigh Common, in the evening of June 14th of this year. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

The Void implies an absence due to abandonment, and thus loss, and Bowring evaluates commemorative memorials which make use of empty chairs including scenic benches and an installation dedicated to the victims of the Christchurch earthquake of 2011. I have become fascinated with the many den structures found across the Pebblebed Heaths and photographed them often, though have largely been dissatisfied with the results. My interest is in part their interesting geometries, the angles and triangular shapes a deep contrast with the woodland around them, but it is also that they imply the hands which built them and the bodies which inhabited them. This is made all the more poignant for the dens’ connection with childhood and parenthood, a period of life itself characterised by transience and eventual loss. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Bowring simplifies The Uncanny as making the familiar strange, with or without doubling, and this is something that informs much of my work. I have become a little obsessed with the strange, tentacular structures which parasitic vines leave on trees, and which remind me of horror writers such as H.P. Lovecraft and Spielberg’s derided but rather wonderful War of the Worlds. Woodland is, culturally and affectively, often a weird place, and this is part of its appeal. My recurrent shots of these vines reflect this; that woodlands, often considered life-giving and even therapeutic in the case of shinrin-yoku, might also be sinister, even hostile. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Shadows and darkness can be horrific in the sense of the Sublime, but they can also be merely threatening, or simply unsettling. They imply absence, defamiliarisation and the loss of certainty, of sensory competency, and of the things one holds dear. Metaphorically, they already signify melancholy and sadness – the darkening of mood, the dark pit of despair. In this shot of a beech tree, the tree is almost a silhouette, the absent lush, vibrant green of the leaves and moss almost teasingly suggested by the ferns behind, the darkened crevices of the trunk seemingly reptilian. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Liminality can be expressed in a variety of ways and liminal spaces have been the subject of previous work of mine. I’m interested in entranceways, meeting points, passages, and ‘edgeland’ areas, and gates and border areas continue to feature in my work on the commons. The passage from one state to another suggests transience and the anxiety of indeterminacy. In the case of twilight, this also suggests death and like darkness and shadows, this draws on deeply-ingrained cultural and mythological iterations. I’ve long been drawn to photograph over the long summer evenings, once the golden light reddens and especially in the otherworldly turquoises and purples following sunset. This image is itself a liminal space, a triangular road junction of unused land, at a liminal moment. The empty roads further accentuate the melancholy mood here. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Fragments in the form of ruins are one of the most familiar features of Picturesque landscape paintings and are associated with Sublime forms such as the Gothic. They are themselves liminal, poised between a complete structure and their inevitable, eventual complete destruction, and this infers transience and loss. Cognitively, their incompletion prompts their imaginative reconstruction, and doing so suggests the limits of knowledge just as it does, by comparison, the sadness of their degraded state. All lives have their ruins – ruined marriages, ruined childhoods, ruined Christmases, ruined opportunities – and contemplating ruins outside of the Picturesque and the Sublime makes possible an empathic self-evaluation. This gate indicates a ruined intention, a failure to assert power. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Leavings, what become for the artist ‘found objects’, are another favourite theme of my work, and indeed are things I have collected over the years. Unlike the dens, a ‘leaving’ suggests a need for its return to its owner as if it were a ‘phantom limb’. Leavings have not been abandoned but lost, forgotten and mislaid. They imply narratives and the people who left them there. Such things are, according to Margaret Gibson, ‘stranded objects’ (119) and according to Bowring ‘outside time and space’ which ‘prevent closure’. This image is the only one taken prior to the shoot, although only by a few days. It is a primary school leaver’s shirt, itself a poignant, melancholic object, communicating loss, transience and the uncertainty of the unknown. The sadness I felt in encountering it was tangibly real, and I hoped whoever had left it there did not miss it so very terribly. I felt a powerful yearning, itself a melancholy mood, to return it. 

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Submersion, whether by water, sand, plants or otherwise, is a liminal state of a particular order. It ‘confounds boundaries’ (137) and suggests the unstoppable forces which lead towards the extinction of all. This being so, submersion resonates with apocalyptic tropes. There’s an ambiguity to the World War II ruins at East Budleigh Common for, on the one hand they are a reminder of conflicts past, but on the other, are evidence of the transience of the man-made, and in particular of the masculine of which the military is emblamatic.

East Budleigh Common, 2020, Andy Thatcher.

Weathering and patina are similar to, but quite different to fragmentation and submersion, for they retain intact the traces of what they once were and are in the process of erasure and becoming other; like memories, they are fading. Faded artwork lacks the Gothic overtones of the ruin, the apocalyptic of submersion, but rather theirs is the sadness of neglect, heavy with regret. I’ve been particularly drawn to the faded graffiti on the old bunkers, more so than the fresh, vibrant recent work. This artwork is not created to last, and indeed is often painted on top of other artwork, but nevertheless the lack of vitality suggests the decrepitude of old age rather than the death of submersion or ruin. Weathering reveals not a change of state but the object itself in the process of disintegration.

I am deepening an awareness of my subjective response to the Pebblebed Heaths in preparation for better learning about the subjective experiences of others. This process has been both surprising and productive, for it has connected this landscape to my sense of self and personal history in a profound way. 

Bowring, J. 2017. Melancholy and the Landscape: Locating Sadness, Memory and Reflection in the Landscape. London: Routledge. 

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

Theorising the Spatial – Doreen Massey’s ‘For Space’

If my photography is a way of ‘thinking-through’ and expressing ideas about registered commons, and if I’m drawing on sensory research as a methodology to do so, then what is the theoretical basis for my evaluation? This is an ongoing question, one begun during my film Masters, when I drew heavily on environmental psychology. Sensory ethnography uses both film and photography as practice-based research, is deeply influenced by phenomenology, and takes as a central concern people’s relationships with space by making use of some key cultural geographers (Pink, 2015). I briefly engaged with this area of research in my Masters dissertation film, and am now deepening my knowledge of it, starting with the work of Doreen Massey, and will be continuing through the work of Tim Ingold and Yi Tu Fuan. Massey was herself involved in interdisciplinary work, including with filmmaker Patrick Keiller on his influential essay film, Robinson in Ruins (2010) which drew knowingly on the traditions of landscape painting and photography; this was one of the last projects she was involved with prior to her premature death. 

Massey defines space and place as distinct but indivisibly connected concepts (2006). Space, she sees as ‘the product of interrelations’, ‘the sphere in which distinct trajectories coexist’ and ‘always under construction’; ‘relations’ here are ‘understood as embedded practices’. It is thus constantly unfolding, unpredictable and full of the unexpected. Her model is thus a fundamentally political one – describing ‘the realm of the configuration of potentially dissonant (or concordant) practices’. Massey also argues that time and space are only divisible in the abstract, that ‘time unfolds as change [and] space unfolds as interaction’, especially social interaction. 

Place, on the other hand, is where the trajectories and interrelations become ‘thrown together’, and equally where they fail to do so, held together by sets of ongoingly contested rules resulting from the ‘throwntogetherness’ of these trajectories and interrelations. Place is also constantly unfolding, hence it is both temporal and spatial, hence one cannot return to exactly the same place; attempts to enclose place in order to render it static is the basis for dangerous conservatism, but also poses difficult questions for heritage and conservation organisations. Doing so necessarily arrests many of the trajectories which constitute place. Rather, place is a negotiation between trajectories which are ‘sometimes ridden with antagonism’, and socially ‘places pose in particular form the question of our living together…the central question of the political’. Place formation can also require a more or less rigidly constructed ‘we’ or sets of ‘we’. 

Ordnance Survey, 2015.

So what does this have to do with common knowledge? First, it describes perfectly the two ways I approach my practice, as ways of engaging with the Pebblebed Heaths as space and as place. The Pebblebed Heaths first became known to me as places. They are held together by sets of rules which name them, are written into law, are written onto maps. Commons are a particular type of place and when I first visited in 2008, I mapped my understanding of those rules, many of them unexamined and cultural, onto my experience of being there. I have chosen commons because I believe there is much to be learned about such rules and their physical, psychological and phenomenological manifestations, especially the historic and unfolding politics and conflicts which shape them via different constructions of ‘we’. These rules and conflicts – signs of enclosure, and of controlled burning, for example – are the markers, if you like, which plot any walk I take through the commons. My examination of the heaths as places, then, is akin to working as a hunter, or a farmer, with distinctly formed intentions informed by my understandings of the commons as places. By hunting evidence, or nurturing its eventual appearance through farming, of the various conflicts and rules which construct the heaths as places, I am experiencing and representing them as a ‘throwntogetherness’ of trajectories. I am seeking out evidence. 

Andy Thatcher, East Budleigh Common, 2020.

On the other hand, to experience anywhere solely as place is limiting, and to interrogate it critically one must also consider it as space, to tease apart the trajectories which form it. Doing this requires a loosening of intent, an openness to the happenstance and unexpected, as described by Massey, and this is precisely what most of my shoots are like: impulsive, aimless wanderings chasing after momentary fascinations and whims, and embodied experience which lets me be led by aesthetic and emotional response rather than hard-nosed wishes to represent as Rancière (2014) might put it (more of this in another post). This is when I am a gleaner, that is to say, most of the time. It is in doing so that I encounter the multiplicity of trajectories, including those excluded from the commons as closed ‘place’ – the fly-tippers, and the graffiti artists – as well as the non-human trajectories of ecological change – the ceaseless passage of water, the willows in bloom. Rather than seeking out evidence for the heaths as a place, and thus dealing with place in the abstract, I am becoming entangled in the heaths as space, and thus dealing with them in the particular, physical and as embodied experience. 

Andy Thatcher, East Budleigh Common, 2020.

Both approaches complement one another; a quick email to the site manager about a freshly-gleaned trajectory lets me examine it in light of it being included or excluded from the heaths as rule-bound places. An intentional set of rules about, for example, military exclusion areas, gives me an emplaced starting point from which to begin exploring space. While the writing for this project deals more with the heaths as places, freighted as they are with facts, they are loosened by the absence of hard context in many of the images; using text more playfully and spatially is, perhaps, something to explore further at a later date. 

Andy Thatcher, Woodbury Common, 2020.

Deranty, J. 2014. Jacques Ranciere: Key Concepts. Abingdon, Oxon: Routledge.

Massey, D. 2006. For Space. London: Sage.

Pink, S. 2015. Doing Sensory Ethnography (second edition). London: Sage.