“Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can’t help but move to it. That’s what happens to me. I can’t help it.” [Elvis Presley]
I’m not interested in porn and men’s glamour like Playboy, Picture and Zoo magazine. I mean, I can look at these and appreciate beautiful bodies or figures, locations, set design, or a photographer’s skills, but these don’t speak to me. They don’t speak to my mind or my soul. They are cold and emotionless and speak to our carnal desires. They don’t make me move. Fine art does. It makes me move. It leaves me unable to sit still. Let me rephrase Elvis’ quote above: “Fine art nude images, if you like them, if you feel them, you can’t help but be moved by them. That’s what happens to me. I can’t help it. I simply must create.” [Brett :)]
If you feel my pain, if you can understand my passion, you may be someone I need to work with. Please let me know.
Basically, I like people and I like story telling. I like exploring a theme, exploring emotions, the mind and the psyche, and I like nothing more than telling a story through images. I have a head full of ideas for images I want to create and Fine-art projects I want to pursue, and I’m always looking for models.
I’m here to create something extraordinary. Let’s achieve great things together.
We are all equals in the nude …
I want my works to act as kind of visual cues. Thought starters. To me, they represent the questions, not the answers. I want them to trigger emotional or psychological responses.
Cheers, get in touch!
I worked as a Press photographer, both contract (in the 80’s), and staff (in the 90’s). The tremendous diversity of a background in Press, gave me the confidence to tackle anything from portrait and wedding, to commercial and advertising, etc. I’ve worked for other’s studios, operated my own, and worked as a television cameraman.
These days, and more than ever, my interests are in others. I get bored when my subjects don’t move to their own will. I like people! I have many Fine-art projects, and creative ideas in mind, for which I am regularly sourcing models.
Well, some self-portraits and a little help from some friends.
Looking back on life, you are often able to identify key points of transition or influence that effect a change in your consciousness. Things that aren’t always necessarily evident at the time. One seemingly strange one for me, was looking back on my teen years, through my old photo albums, from a photographer’s perspective. It one day became apparent to me that, at that age, I had been the “documenter” amongst my groups of friends. Many of my friends photo albums from that time will contain photographs of them and their antics, as taken by me, but my own photo albums and collections, are almost entirely through my eyes. I am all but non-existent within them. As if I myself did not exist or interact. Like I just passed through as a passive watcher, recording events, without participation. They are full of photographs of other people’s exploits and hurdles. Other’s possessions and conquests. Their high-jinks and revelry.
The group of images above may seem somewhat self indulgent, and I guess in some ways it is, but I felt the need to make some restitution for past omissions. If I am to document my world, it needs to contain a record of myself.
Here I am.
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