Monday, 26 November 2012
I generally avoid cities. They don't suit me. I grew up in a busy town - Brighton - only, what, 30 minutes from the city by train? I miss-spent plenty of my teenage days and nights at gigs and stuff like that, so I know the score. And I don't like it. After a long day on the streets I have an over-whelming need to find green spaces and some quiet. I could never live in a city again.
But I do recognise the vibrancy and energy that a city like London has. Wandering the streets, galleries and museums with my camera in hand, I found pictures jumping out at me at every turn and round every corner. Because everything is new and different and therefore exciting and stimulating, I found my creative batteries fast-charging and I started getting excited about shooting pictures - any pictures - just because this was different from my every-day experience of living in a rural community on the edge of a National Park.
Footnote: After battling around Tate Modern (interesting in places, dull in others), The Barbican Centre (inspiring and surprising), the V&A (whooaa - need at least a week!), the Photographers Gallery (disappointingly small) and the National Portrait Gallery (spent too long in the bar and only saw one room!) - I needed some green space and little bit of quiet, so I headed for Hyde Park. Eventually found myself standing outside the Royal Geographic Society's grand edifice. I saw the the best photography exhibition of the trip in their little walk-in gallery. Just goes to show you - it's the little, surprising discoveries but you have to go out and stumble upon them.