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The headscarf revolutionaries not taking any shit

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Dilemma

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been reviewing my ongoing fishing boat based project and I’ve concluded that it isn’t going the way I want. I’m not unhappy with the images I’ve made, so far, I just feel that the photos aren’t connecting with people or conveying the story I have in my head. There are a few reasons for this, and if I’m honest, most of the issues I have are down to me. From the start,…

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Outward bound. One of the #trawlers departs from #brixham on its nighttime voyage. The seas were calm when I took this, but even so only a short distance from port it looks so small and so vulnerable. As we enjoy the fruits of the sea on our dining tables we should spare a thought for those who take such risks to give them to us. #fishermen #trawlermen #travelphotography #nightphotography #blackandwhitephotography #nikonphotography #travelphotographer #nightphotographer #blackandwhitephotographer #nikonphotographer #nikond750 #nikonpost #nikonartists #nikoneurope https://www.instagram.com/p/BoSTMl0nRoc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=x0uyh3x6wllq

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On the declining fishing industry in the north east

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Fishermen used to get custom made shoes with square toes so that they could stand closer to the bar. How fucking great is that?

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Day 2 - Distraction

Ok. Okay! So perhaps Revelation isn’t as close as it seemed yesterday when I started reading with the youthful enthusiasm of someone who has read all about a topic but hasn’t actually done the thing at all. 

Rising this morning full of plans to make up for my lack of devotion yesterday, i breakfasted, pottered, showered, pottered about some more, decluttered and tidied. 

It wasn’t long before I realised I was distracted. No reading, however interesting, ever gets done if you don’t actually read it. Rather pathetic were the lengths I was subconsciously prepared to endure. 

I emptied some overfull bins and watered some tired looking bird of paradise plants. I chatted to my little sister and did some washing while helpfully rehanging the washing that appeared to have been hung on the washing line by a hopeless drunk. 

Shortly after this episode I was trapped by the wiles of Tumblr (I’m new here so everything is still shiny!) and Youtube (I learnt about the gun markets of Peshwar, the Trawlermen of the North Sea and a little about how to speak so that people will listen by a guy called Julian Treasure (not kidding, that’s his name)). 

No major epiphanies today. Just the observation that what I seek to do and what I actually do are sometimes very different. I guess that makes me human. 

Day 2: Genesis 8-15. 

Time: No idea. 

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The Three Day Millionaire 

Tribute art piece for my uncle Paul Clark and his fellow 35 crewmen, who lost their lives on the Hull fishing vessel, The Gaul, that sank in the Barents sea some time on the night of the 8-9th February 1974. 

This piece is part of the Water-Line Inspiration for Change show, exhibited at Studio C Gallery in the Santa Fe Art Colony.