I have practised most types of photography in my 20 years as a professional – studio, sports, portraiture, landscape – but I never saw coming the latest
direction my work would take.
On an overcast day on the shingle beach at Dungeness, when I knew good landscape shots were going to be out of the question, I started to look at what was lying around me and at my feet.
Old decomposing hulks of fishing boats, ramshackle fishermen’s slowly being reclaimed by nature. Sheets
of rusting corrugated iron so weathered and shaped
by the wind and rain that, close up, you would swear you were looking at a coral reef, especially with the shingle backdrop.
And the layers of paint slowly being eroded away
on the fishing boat hulls was forming multi-layered, multicoloured abstracts that, close up, resembled abstract paintings.
In short, a magical new world of abstract compositions that resulted in photographs that, as