I was fortunate recently to spend some time in my darkroom at home. A rare treat, and a fruitful exercise, a surprising one in one sense too. Surprising in that I have no planned exhibitions on the horizon.
One of the joys of printing in a wet darkroom context is the sense of isolation, unless it is a communal darkroom. With that isolation comes, time to think, watching a print slosh around in a tray of chemistry allows your mind to wander, and wonder. I often concoct titles and other snippets of text for and about the images I'm printing in this situation. All of this is of course compounded by the fact, I need to write these things down, before I forget them, and this is one of the few times on the last 3 or 4 years where I have returned to my hard copy journal.
Hard copy journals, or sometimes visual diaries are the back bone of many art courses and Artists sketch books can be as revealing as the work they produce. My journal has suffered badly over the years, I keep and organise almost all my creative ideas and input using a variety of disconnected computer based systems and applications.
Has this impacted on my ability to focus on projects, perhaps, I know it hampers my ability to see connections in my work when I am not able to have a tactile process in place that allows me to look and see photographs side by side.
I have no idea what this all means, but I do know, that a large creative outburst maybe on the horizon.