Brenda Burrell
First saw Alex’s pictures when I went up to Glesga last year for a wet plate collodion demo with Carl Radford at Street Level.
I love the confident masculinity in them, the sureness of foot, those grand gullie wellies, crump, crump, splosh, through his deeply damp and misty landscape. The sense of a subtle power over those glowing hills, the violent 180º sky, a silent, empty Loch, those crags, where the man alone, his braces a near-Saltire in seal-black X, marks the spot.
Open up his film as big as your screen can go, and enjoy. Then go see his work for real, if you can.
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