Statement of Intent
At the end of our garden
As a child in the late 70's I remember the journey to Newmarket in my Dad's old Vauxhall Viva to visit Uncle Roy working at the stables. Fast forward 40 years, I'm living behind one of the yards - which are the lifeblood and rhythm of this town.
I wake to the 'neighing' of the morning call and the sound of clip-clopping as the horses circle the yard - the timekeepers of the town. I find peace when I'm there, drinking in the sights and sounds. The repetitious, daily routine in all weathers, the comradeship between the stable-hands, work riders and trainer and their connection with their powerful yet somehow vulnerable flighty thoroughbreds -worlds apart from the high heels and frivolous glamour of race day.
This panel shares some behind the scenes moments as gutsy monochrome images - enhancing my experience of living here.
