I am an architect, they call me a butcher.
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive.
I am purity, they call me perverted.
- lyrics to 'Faster' By Manic Street Preachers.
Despite grossly overweight convicted thieves, photo crumple uppers who gets the leftovers, those who spend so much time on Facebook with their nose pointed so high they can't smell their own bullshit, begrudgers, wannabes, gossip mongers with dirty hands, those infected with serious cases of unwarranted self importance, so called models who have nothing but iPhone pictures in their 'portfolio', people who have spent about an hour in my presence and think they know me, boring culchie keyboard warriors who think they have a moral highground to take etc etc, I have dusted my cameras off, acquired some cameras, restocked all my materials for developing film and dug out my old ideas notebook.
In the next few weeks plenty of images should be heading this way. I have plenty of ideas, some good models to work with and plenty of enthusiasm. Been a very long time but I'm so glad I never sold my cameras to stick up my arm. Plenty of times I was tempted. I got as far as to the pawn shop, but turned around and sicked it out. So glad I did.
I thought I was burned out completely, but there is a new kind of excitement brewing in my and I'm writing down new ideas daily. Soon I will be photographing them daily too.
''I'll take a picture of you
To remember how good you looked
Like memory it has disappeared
Naked and lonely with my fears''