GRT Project
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I worked on a project for a charity called Turning Point a couple of years ago now… My own reactions/ revulsion towards C4′s BFGW program have made it hard to face the project or my reflections on this fragile community without mirroring it against the ‘current representation’ of the Gypsy, Roma Traveller community. Hence waiting so long to post this…
I guess in this climate you just have to withdraw from the television and rely on your gut that you did something for the right reasons…
‘Turning Point Connected Care were commissioned by Lancashire County Council and East Lancashire PCT to find
out how the Gypsy, Roma and Traveller population living in East Lancashire access health, housing and social care services.
Through the recruitment and training of community researchers ‘the Connected Care project’ supports these commissioners
to better understand the needs of Gypsy, Roma and Traveller communities.
This is an insight into the experience of the researchers and views of the Gypsy, Roma and Traveller Community who took
part in the project.’
Muito Obrigado Pedro…
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Just received a nice little .pdf of an article I shot & wrote that was run in a Portuguese Magazine last year… I like it (for a change).
Surge 1/2
Surge 3/4
Surge 5/6
Alicante…
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Trying to catch up after a week’s shoot in Spain… want to try an get a little project up and running on it next week.
24 hours back and I’m missing the light badly.
Christopher / Copper wall.
Near Villanueva.
Nazareth / Calle de Italia
In London…
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Thinking, applying, juggling… I needed a break. London didn’t help.
Theobald Rd
Stuart Bentley
Number 4 Bus
Boxing Day…
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Stapledon Wood
On Boxing Day I walked up a hill with my Dad and my Brother…
Adrian
When we got to the top, Adrian showed us where he’d carved his wife’s name into the sandstone…
The Dee Estuary
We could see over the town of West Kirby, past Hilbre Island and the Bay of Liverpool and out into the Irish Sea…
Sand and oil…
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My nan used to take me and my brother crab fishing here… We’d walk for three miles from Liscard; our pockets stuffed with string, bacon and Vitalite tubs for buckets. We’d wade out through oily sand and seaweed-slicked jade rocks until we reached the remnants of an old concrete swimming pool. In the summer it would raise itself from the foul dark sand at low tide and open its iron-rust + stone arms to hundreds of children. The same crabs overflowed from the same buckets for months until the water became so cold and the wind so strong that it would burn your legs and face if you got too close…
I sat here this morning and thought about how everything was so simple back then. I wouldn’t have been worrying about how and what I shot, or over the reasons for and against the visual over-romanticism of my home.
I would have just taken it, thrown it in the bucket with the rest of the crabs then as the sun went down my Nan would have booted them all back into the swimming pool and we’d have walked home with sand in our ears and oil on our hands.
Vale Park to Liverpool
Wayne…
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Wayne McLuckie from the Visit Flimby project
After work finished I met Wayne on a dirt path entrance to a maze of allotments in Workington, Cumbria.
“When you’ve worked on something, to get something out of it; to see it come in its amazing… A nice feeling”
Feature Shoot…
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The wonderful Alison Zavos of Feature Shoot site ran a piece on my ‘Seven Sisters of Siolim‘ work.
