poolside

“The muse, when it strikes, can take many unexpected forms; a few weeks ago, I was in the vicinity of an empty swimming pool, recently stripped of its waterproof lining. Unlikely though it may seem, the concrete interior of the pool was a rather extraordinary space, with surfaces so painterly, so textural and so spatial, I spent a good few hours in there with my camera. The concrete itself was wet, but as more time passed and it dried out, the colours and the patina of the swimming pool’s walls changed again, moving slowly towards something much less arresting. Anyway, I had a blast down there and the resulting images were certainly Rothko-esque, in so much as they seemed to open up and out into suggestions of wide, expansive dimension—and to perhaps capture that experience of these surfaces transforming gently as they dried out, I put together this slow little something.” May 2024