William Eggleston knew how to capture the everyday occurrences of his home. He recognised the beauty in its ordinariness yet he had no intentions of recording beauty in the conventional sense. He gave a strength to his world that is punishingly real and equally recognisable.
Eggleston can help us all see what we miss.
WHat now?
At some time in our present, each of us will stand on the brink of the future and wonder: “What now?” It’s not surprising we cannot answer...
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How much patience we need to get to where we are going. The waiting room, the queue, the departure, the arrival, the time in between. N... -
I know I'm old when my dreams no longer contain images of nubile wenches gyrating frantically before me with lustful intent. Now I drea... -
As I sleep As I sleep I hear the creep of footsteps Distant past, close at heart. No shadows cast. Something just ahead Calls and call...
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