BILL JACKSON
PHOTOGRAPHY
Unrestricted, I could walk along this line of rural structures for hours. Unfortunately the walls of the gallery do not allow this flight of fancy. The scale has me. My progress along the represented coastline is severely curtailed. Stories of imagined people, now absent in this landscape, gradually emerge along with the intricate detail found within each image. Nothing is overlooked. Everything is overlooked.
Sensing that I was being observed, not by other people in the gallery but by the structures portrayed, I listened. They talk of something from a past life and a very different world. They also have some pride. They say Ônot over yet it would seemÕ, and Ôwe are still kickingÕ, this is borne out because, Ôhere we are on this wall and there you are wind in your face, the sea at your back, stones moving under your feet, looking forward to a spot of lunchÕ.
These are transferred thoughts that come to mind as they may well have done to Bill as he walked these lonely paths. The crack is brief but the gist is clear - Photographs can playback thoughts but they will only do so to somebody willing to listen.
Simon Head