A small photo essay of two days in Cardigan/Aberteifi

A thread.

Presenting a new ongoing body of work, 'The Dreaming Valleys / Cymoedd yn Breuddwydio'. Instigated by local exploration in lockdown, and the discovery of a landscape that has previously only existed in my memory and imagination, the work is partly an essay on my teenage years growing up in rural Warwickshire in the 1990s. Subsequently, devouring this environment in stages over the last few months, another theme was suggested though place and atmosphere- within these isolated ancient churches, standing stones and mature oaks, was there a different

#thread To be a 'creative' these days is a funny thing (I hate the term 'creative'). As a photographer, artist, or whatever, there is an elusive but potentially limitless audience to pursue on social media. It's the ultimate Thatcherite concept of connection. Surely, who has the most likes and shares is the 'best'? The 'biggest'? Having the most 'followers' equates to the being supreme? No. It doesn't mean that. Nothing can be inferred from it. History is littered with great artists who achieved nothing in terms of 'popularity'.