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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Update April 2012
I’d forgotten this post was here. I met Alex in person last summer and I wondered afterwards whether to delete this post or leave it up. So I left it, which is what one does when absorbed by indecision. I am still disturbed by his manner, his attitude to his colleagues and to the students on the course. And I was shocked when he took pictures, cropped them, and used them on his blog. Apparently the work you make in his presence is fair game.
Hey ho. Make your own mind up, I’m sure you will.
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