I wasn’t sure where today would take me. I knew my intended destination but travelling across the UK (as I’ve said before) is often full of surprises and delays. Thankfully today’s April light was wonderful, and as I hurtled across the country at a snail’s pace I started to be more aware of the way shadows started to throw themselves. After a few drinks at Studio Voltaire I found the natural light as enthralling as the company I found myself in. I was watching every sunbeam throw itself across the gallery floor.
My aim afterwards was to spend a few lazy hours around London experimenting with my new digital pinhole camera. I soon gave up. Nothing seemed to be able to compare with the windows at Studio Voltaire. So why compare? 100 miles later I decided on contrast. And as the sun started to set over the misty Welsh mountains I finally found something I could call my own.