Who would write to me at Moat House? And instantly I know, and my heart’s hammering against my ribs and I snatch the envelope up and go to lie on the top bunk to open it, where no one can see. Inside is a postcard with an aerial view of the Island of Portland, and a cross marked in blue biro on a cliff on one side. I turn it over. It’s good here – hard work though . . . The course is brilliant and I’ve met some amazing people . . . I’ve learned how to do lettering and different techniques for cutting and carving stone by hand. There is a prison on the island and it’s all a bit grey and cold but interesting. The actual quarry is extraordinary . . . It makes me think about your idea of photography as a kind of drawing with light. When the sun shines, the stone is like a block of light and cutting it with the chisel, you make lines of darkness and shadow. (Poetic enough for you?) I am sorry we fell out. Still don’t really get it.
What do You think about Drawing With Light (2010)?
