|Titel||51. Blood Brothers|
The year was 1968, Martin Luther King Jr. was shot I Memphis Tennessee, Andy Warhol is shot in his New York City loft by Valerie Solanis, the Soviet Union invades Czechoslovakia with over 200,000 Warsaw Pact troops, putting an end to the Prague Spring, the launch of Apollo 8 begins the first US mission to orbit the Moon, and on the 17th January at St. Luke´s Hospital, I made my way into the world.
Virgil Caine is the name and the woods by the Baltic Sea is where I live, sleep, cook, chop wood and make pictures. I grew up in Yorkshire, with the industrial city of Bradford on one side and the natural open beauty of the Dales on the other. Working with what the immediate surroundings have to offer has remained a constant in my work as an artist and photographer.
Capturing images is just as magical today as it was the first time I made my first exposure with a Canon FTb down Quebec Street in the city of Bradford. Making pictures is never routine, every composition needs a new perspective, and that question: What do I want to communicate with this image?
I always enjoy going to places I haven’t been to before, seeing things I haven’t seen before, and more often than not, they are right there just across the road and right in front of me! Why do I make pictures? To show people that’s how it was. Though solitary at times, life in the woods has given room to roam.
I cannot even describe the process in which my pictures come about, the themes change as rapidly as natural light, I never know from week to week what I might see or discover, it might be on the street or deep into the woods. I will chew on a theme like a dog with a juicy bone and when I´ve sucked out the marrow, I´ll move on. I just enjoy making and capturing pictures that´s all there is to it, nothing else fills that space.
Keep your eyes wide open!