5. Catriona

Catriona, Oban, 2014


Nina, This should definitely be the first photograph. It's Catriona in 2014 holding an enlargement of a photograph I made of her in 1964. The image represents two fractions of seconds separated by fifty-years. Between fractions is what I'm attempting to unpack. My very first girlfriend is holding a copy of my very first photograph. Two significant relationships; women and photography. I was successful at one but not the other. Catriona introduced the ambiguities of intimacy. Photography provides contemplation. 

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