It might have been just an excuse to take pictures of the interesting business women in the neighbourhood who greet me everyday with genuine kindness. I was playing with the phone camera again and exploring triptychs and collages.
Jocelyn at Épicerie Moderne
For me that all started with David Hockney's joiners. I had seen his first show of them in '82 in Paris when all the photographers were screaming it wasn't photography like people screaming at Bob Dylan he had sold out. The thing about art is that you can do what you want. But it still has to have a connection to something. Dylan never did anything that didn't come from somewhere else first. Nothing good ever does. It has to speak some language.