My interest in photography was first stirred by a school project at the age of ten. Back then, and because of the perceived expense of the B&W film and processing, my parents quickly quashed the initial interest. So it wasn’t till my mid twenties, while inadvertently studying for an Associate Diploma in Applied Photography, that I realised the attraction photography could hold for me. It was not an end of anything, but the start of everything.
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.
For now, and for the foreseeable future, my personal work is shot exclusively on film. It is often predominately shot on black and white, but some colour, and mostly medium-format Hasselblad.
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 collaborators.
“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]
Like the dancer that must dance, the painter that must paint. Like many great proverbial artists throughout history, “I” must make photographs. I have this burning ambition. A dream I’ve expressed to very few. One I feel I can deny no longer. I must create something meaningful, something wonderful. A life work to quiet my soul.
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.
I’ve worked professionally across Australia and Europe and been published around the world since 1987. I won my first international photo competition in 1988 and I’ve worked in most genres of photography from Press and television camera operator, to Wedding, Commercial, Advertising Portrait and Fine art. I moved to Melbourne Australia from Europe twelve months ago and am now looking to re-establish myself here. So please, if you’d like to work with me, or you have ideas or an image of your own you’d like to explore, get in touch.
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.
I’m here to create something extraordinary.
On the Nude:
We are all equals in the nude …
The attraction to the art nude, for me, is more about the removal of meaning than it is about any established semiotics of the nude. It’s about control … the control of meaning. These images, to me, are about the paring down, or removal of the meanings of the clothes. To clear the canvas, so to speak. A nude can be imbued with gender – or not. It can signify race – or not, but unadorned, in our basic form, we are all equals in the nude. No culture or wealth. No status, occupation, or education. A blank canvas, that basic form, pared down to the individual person. To me that is exciting. A starting point, a simplicity, a purity … from which I can add meaning, like colour to a canvas, to construct narratives of beauty.
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!
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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