I started out as a painter. From lying drawing quietly hour upon hour as a small child to setting up an easel in my tiny bedroom as a teenager. I went on to art school and my paintings were vast and expressive. At least 6 foot in size and the act of creating them was as exciting as the result. The feeling of oil paints, hanging around in messy overalls, I'd often arrive early or stay late just to be alone in the basement studio I shared with other artists. I'd become totally consumed by the act of painting. My paintings never wavered from being about the sea, water and waves. The colours were different back then, but the paintings and the style always the same. The act of expression was the important part - the end result just a record.
As I left and went on to study photography, I continued to record water and the sea. Until now, I hadn’t realised how close the resulting images were. I recently found an old notebook from college and was shocked at how similar the images in there were to my photographs today. The subject matter has never varied - it certainly has been diverted along the way as I bent to pressures of life and listening to too many opinions. But I have always naturally come back to the same style.
In photography, the resulting image is very important but almost the most important part is the process and experience of taking the image. Being outdoors, the feeling of wildness, stillness, aloneness, feeling as though all the weight is lifted and being so strongly emotionally released by the freedom of taking images. It is the same feeling I had when painting. Ironically, as my photography develops and matures into a style that is natural to me, my photography is taking on the look more and more of paintings. It's like everything begins to merge as I finally feel like I am capturing the essence of what I feel when I create my work.

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  1. Gary Swann

    Lovely post Margaret.


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