For as long as I can remember I have loved stories and storytelling. For me it’s a way for the producer of that art (artist) to show you themselves. A little piece of their story, perhaps even a piece of their soul.
You can express yourself through so many outlets of creativity. Music, Painting, Drama, Dance, Body Art, Fashion to name just a few. I happen to love a lot of it. I spent my childhood creating. It was modest but I found ways to entertain myself. Shipwrecked boats made of duvets in the dining room (if you stepped off the sharks would most certainly get you), Barbie houses out of..cushions and household objects, writing short stories, diaries and poems, dancing 2 sessions a week and dreaming of becoming an actress. Navigating through my own journey with these forms of expression to keep my very active mind fed. I eventually stopped dancing out of shyness, just before high school (drunk twerking doesn’t count today), I stopped thinking about my dream of acting, I stopped writing a diary, I stopped writing-until this little blog last August. However, from the moment I won a camera aged 10 I took photos. No, they didn’t have any grand depth to them, they were more about grabbing people, moments that wont last forever, It wasn’t something I did with thought, I just did it-often, obsessively capturing moments, memories and people while going about life. It was a constant. I was in the local chemist every week picking up a pack of prints, it was literally a highlight. I didn’t actually realise that my job was right in front of me. My personal favourite form of expression, photography.
Starting out-you capture what you can, when you can. The moment I decided to do this as a job I almost forgot why I was there in the first place. The need to provide for my family saw me working every job that came my way. (Which I am absolutely grateful for.) It’s only lately that I have consciously acknowledged* my noisy mind, my creativity and my soul. I want to give a piece of myself to my photos until there are no pieces left. I want to show you with in my photos what I see with my eyes, not so much something you want to emulate off the internet. Your life, your connections, your personality. Of course inspiration is everywhere and I love that I can pin a board containing a collective of others stories to gain ideas. But they are not you, and you are not them. I want your story to be personal.
I want to show you the beauty in your family, in the birth of your child, in your day to day home life, in your wedding, in your happiness, in your sadness, in your self…
At the end of a styled shoot at Ruthin Castle (which will be on the blog in the next week or so, blame summer flu) I asked Harriet the unplanned amazing model, talented make up artist and industry buddy to jokingly get in the bath. She said yes and I remembered. I felt so excited, happy and content. I remembered that I love expression, my expression is storytelling. It’s not just a job to me, but a lifestyle. Visual storytelling is what I am about. It’s only taken me 20+ years to realise it.**
“At least when you’re acting you can be someone. In front of the camera you have to be yourself. And who am I?”
* The one word I will always misspell, after several attempts I copied & pasted it off Google.
**After getting my first camera age 10!!