If you haven’t noticed already my work changes dramatically from one day to the next. Those of you who know me well, know that I have long bouts of depression. It feels like everything stops and I lose interest and enjoyment in everything. Normally there is no trigger and this comes out of the blue. On this occasion, it happened on the 11th of May when I said goodbye to my beloved dog Harvey, who had been with me through thick and thin for over 17 years. On that day everything did stop, but what always carries on is my photography. During a black time, I don’t show my darker photographs. I tend to keep them private until my dark mood passes and I can think clearer and evaluate my work. This gives me something to look forward to. I’m no psychologist, but maybe I adopt a different personality as a coping mechanism. What is obvious is the effect it has on my work. I have often said that ironically my work is far more interesting and enjoyable when I am in a black mood. The more cheesed off I am the better. It makes me more creative. Strangely, I’m kind of looking forward to the next Black Fortnight.