Yes, of course I have a thing about Dungeness. And a thing about pylons. I am a cliché.
But Dungeness is a truly special place. We stayed a few days for my birthday last year, and so got to spend a good time walking. One day we walked out into the shingle desert beyond the power station and the power lines, the silence and the sun beating down relentlessly intense. It was nice. We ate bread and cheese in the shade of the only tiny stand of trees out there, and wished we’d brought more water and some sunscreen.
So a few weeks ago I was having a very unproductive and frustratingly slow day in the studio, trying too hard and not really liking anything I was doing and really starting to question a lot of things. I was giving up, starting to pack up and then found a tetrapak plate I’d completely forgotten I’d made the day before, drawn from a photograph taken on that walk. I had half an hour to be cleared up and out of there but I wanted to see what it might look like. So I made two very hasty dirty prints on scrap paper, made without thought or any due care and attention to inky fingerprints, and this one came out like this and I like it.