There’s something very wonderful but equally surreal about walking into someones family home and seeing their walls adorned with photographs you’ve captured. It’s both incredibly flattering to see your efforts featured so prominently in their day to day life but also mildly scary when you realise how treasured these personal artworks really are to them, I suddenly feel a hefty weight of professional responsibility. It reminds me very much of the mixed emotions I felt the first few times I walked into WHSmith and set eyes on either a book jacket or magazine cover illustrated with one of my photo creations, a strange mix of ego static joy and mild fear.
As I’ve progressed slowly through my career the gravity of this sense of professional responsibility has grown in magnitude. I naively thought it had peaked on the day I was driving along some London A road and stumbled across a 48 sheet billboard poster splattered with one of my images (I very nearly wet myself with excitement), but I was wrong. Magazines, book jackets, billboards, bus shelters hoardings… they all come and go but bespoke wall art in a family home, well that’s around for a lifetime, at least!
Never before have I felt such an overwhelming sense of responsibility to give people the very best I can offer, both in terms of photographic excellence and in the physical quality of the handcrafted artwork. The photographs illustrating this post demonstrate this perfectly. This lovely family first visited me about 4 years ago when their youngest daughter was barely sitting and their eldest beamed a wonderfully toothless gummy grin. The portraits on their walls represent so much more than just stylish additions to their home decor, they are cherished family heirlooms that document a real family’s passage through life together.