In 2010 I photographed my bed after waking everyday for a year, for want of a better I name I called the series, ’Unmade Bed’ and later The Poetry of Things, which in some way seemed more apt, the beauty in the everyday.
I may have been drawn to photography early on because of its association to memory. It by its very essence holds what is no longer there and this dicotomy has always facinated me. Whether it’s people scars and the memories behind them or the spaces that people vacate I have always been drawn photography’s ability to show what is no longer but what for certain did at some stage exist.
Unmade bed was an extension of this train of thought. I wanted to do a piece of work on the bed. A place where people sleep, where they exist and don’t exist. In our dream filled minds we go to to places that our spaces rarely siginify, we are there not not there.
I was also interested in the data in the camera verses the aestheics of the photograph. In some sence the cameras scope showed very little, it was a very narrow documentry project but the digital camera is loaded with information about the date and time, GPS co-ordonates, the exposure the make-up of pixels of the picture represented.
When I showed my late mum the project she naid “David, thats rubbish! ”, and she’s quite right, but I liked the images non the less. The small imprints we make when we sleep, a sleep tat takes up 1/2 our lives.