02/07/2026
I made a lot of photographs throughout my research that I have yet to share.
In a malaise of ceaseless written deadlines, going out with the camera, or simply staying inside to play, was and remains to be a cherished outlet.
I got into the (bad?) habit of sitting on so many of these photographs. In truth Iâd rather they met the world on the printed page than through the hyper-ephemerality of the digital scroll.
The practice or photography is something I just canât set aside, a way of orientating myself in the world.
I could quite happily go on making pictures without them ever having to see the light of day.
I love the stillness, the word in all its frenzy and evolution held neatly for a moment within the parameters of the viewfinder.
Although, In the same breath, I must say it enlivens me to share my photographs and see them out in the world so
hereâs to more of that.
I. Golden Virginia to***co plant that my father gifted to me as a sapling.
I kept the plant in the original pot. A chilli chicken fusion pot noodle repurposed.
This was a way to test the validity of the legend surrounding my fatherâs green fingers.
In a quietly miraculous turn, it lived for over two years. It really made me smile every time I looked at it too. That plan really defied the odds.
TobaccoâŠ
Easy to grow, tricky to cure, a real bastard to kick the habit.
II. View of the beck that splits the agricultural field beside my fatherâs terraced house.
III. Stainless steel pan atop a cluttered washing bowl. Surface tension causing a convex meniscus.
IV. Still life of cutlery drying beside the kitchen sink. The plates kind of resemble a very rotund set of butt cheeks and this always makes me smile a little.
Love,
Thomas
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