Moving on from your first long body of photographical work and beginning something new can be a difficult process. To begin with, for me, there was a feeling of excitement at the prospect of starting afresh; anticipation of a landscape of interesting and challenging stories. I knew I wanted to focus on another story in the UK and that I wanted to do so in colour.
But as the days moved by and I still had yet to settle on an idea, this feeling of freedom and elation quickly turned to frustration. My mind became a revolving door of ideas: a process of thoughts flowing in and quickly being discounted for one reason or another. Many days were spent at my desk lamenting my inability to find direction and to settle on an idea.
Ideas were rejected for a multitude of reasons: they had been done before, were too similar to previous work, were too similar to someone else’s project and the all too familiar rejection due to budgetary constraints. Some of this reasoning was sensible and rational but a large proportion was probably not.
I did what most people would do and sought advice. The process of discussing my ideas was really valuable but it also had its own pitfalls as I probably took more notice of other people’s opinions than my own.
In truth I was guilty of over thinking and what I was actually most afraid of was that I would never produce anything ever again (which is pretty improbable). The best advice I was given was to forget everything and just go for the story I myself thought was most interesting and needed to be told: this passion would then shine through in my work. And so I settled on a story I had come across a year ago; a seed of an idea that had been planted half way through my previous project and I got started.