‘My grandfather and I at a beach in Sabinillas. Spain 2009’
I went to meet my parents one summer at their holiday apartment. A few weeks before I left my father said he wanted to give me my grandfathers box camera. The trip was meant as a get away from picture making so I didn’t bring my own camera or any agenda for making pictures. However I decided to take a few rolls of film with me so I could try out the family heirloom. I remember it being a bugger to load, there was lots of fumbling with the film and cursing. Not wanting to purposely make pictures I just took the camera with me as I went about doing other things. I quickly realised that when I did decide to make a picture it never burdened me with any mental activity before I released the shutter. Perhaps its because it didn’t feel like a camera but more of a tin box into which my grandfather and I stared and left some quiet thoughts.