I think of showing photos as being like a conversation. Like sharing a joke that tickles you, or a fact you find sobering. “Look, this is something I selected with my camera, and processed into an image that I find satisfying. That’s what I’m like, what interests me, my take on life. Maybe we have something in common; maybe not, it doesn’t matter.”
I have no ambition. I made a website during lockdown, but I don’t industriously promote it. I love going to exhibitions and gallery shows, but I don’t want a gallery show enough to pay for the framing. Only family and friends who visit ever see my prints (which are much better than the web images)—three at a time, on the wall. First and foremost, my photos are for me, and my aim is to produce something that I can look at with unreduced pleasure over and over again. But it is also a really heart-warming feeling when a photo gets an affirmative response unexpectedly.
I don’t really feel that’s a predicament.