In some cultures there is still the belief that to photograph someone, is to posses a part of their soul; photography has claimed my body and soul wholly. For many years I've sought a creative outlet, a means of expression, that is until my hands clasped around that voodoo soul reaper and I was set free. That something so mechanical felt so organic, an extension of my own limbs, I finally had a body that I loved - I wanted to capture, I wanted to posses.
Photography has given me a new lease of life; I am always learning, striving to develop my own style, my own voice. It's the beauty in the derelict and dilapidated northern streets I call home that I treasure most. That itch of a trigger finger when I see an abandoned shopping trolley, perfectly framed by a graffiti-strewn garage door. The joyous burst I feel when I'm met with cracked shop-front glass illuminated just right by the neon sex-shop sign. That James Brown yelp of excitement I let out at the sight of the endless urban sprawl of homes for the helpless and hopeless.
I am cameraman, and god-damn I got soul!