Abstract

When it comes to their own work, artists have immutable opinions.

For instance, if John Brandwood curls his lip at a particular image, no amount of you or I telling him ‘it’s really rather nice, John’ will change his opinion. So, when it comes to capturing that indefinable image with the iconic qualities that can sum-up the whole day, John records anything and everything that alerts his attention. What could it be, this image: a platoon of sherry bottles ready to greet the guests; a single candle burning in the church; a hand draped casually on a shoulder, a stolen kiss?

To capture images like these, time – and a flawless eye for detail – is all that is required. In an atmosphere of all-pervading panic, when the schedule is out the window and tempers are fraying like worn shirt cuffs, there is no time to collect these easily-missed moments, these ‘still life’ compositions that tug at the heartstrings and form the bases of indelible memories.

It’s no coincidence that John Brandwood always seems to have all the time he needs.