Pictorial comment

  • On plastic, Heysham beach, June 2018.

On Ambiguity: Stuart Franklin meditates on the role of caption and context in our reading of photographs.


What we take to be true is what we believe. What we believe is based upon our perceptions. What we perceive depends on what we look for. What we look for depends on what we think. What we think depends on what we perceive. What we perceive determines what we believe. What we believe determines what we take to be true. What we take to be true is our reality.

David Bohm, physicist

It's there in the papers, it must be the truth.

Tom Robinson


A picture means I know where I was every minute. That's why I take pictures. It's a visual diary.

Andy Warhol

Alternate ways of seeing, thinking, feeling...

Robert Rauschenberg

What is art?

Art is about feeling rather than understanding what the artist meant...

Antony Gormley

Art is not there to be [immediately] understood, otherwise we would have no need for it.

Joseph Beuys

You have the references because you have the experiences.

Robert Rauschenberg

Grayson Perry on populism and art

Grayson Perry

Fine art photography: “the subjective intent of the photographer”.

What does the world look like?

I suppose essentially I am saying we are not sure what the world looks like. A lot of people think we do, but I don't.

David Hockney


A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.

Diane Arbus

Losing things

Losing things can sometimes gain you a space in which to live.

The Hare with the Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal


Complexity - the art of possibility.

Fire in the blood

...divine solitude. What else do I need? But when I was twenty, how I burned! How is this fire lit within us? It devours everything and then, in a few years, a few months, a few hours even, it burns itself out. Then you see how much damage has been done. You find yourself tied to a woman you don't love any more; or ruined, like me. Perhaps, born to be a grocer, you struggle to become a painter in Paris and end up in a hospital. Who hasn't had his life strangely warped and distorted by that fire so opposite to his true nature? Are we not all somewhat like these branches burning in my fireplace, buckling beneath the power of the flames? I'm undoubtedly wrong to generalise; there are people who are sensible at twenty, but I'll take the recklessness of my youth over their restraint any day.

Fire In The Blood by Irene Nemirovsky

On being idle

'Tis better to have loafed and lost, than never to have loafed at all,

James Thurber