I seem to walk in the world as two people. The normal everyday-me is as preoccupied, unobservant and oblivious to visual clues as I ever was. Then there is the photographer-me, the one who has a camera in hand and a specific project in mind, and then the world suddenly jumps to life with potential pictures, as if a switch had been thrown in my brain and a different person is looking out of the same eyes.
Bill JayAt exhibition openings always praise the chicken for laying eggs; you can wring its neck later.
Bill JayA photograph is a picture and no more true or false than any other depiction; why is that so hard to comprehend?
Bill JayAsked for your opinion on the prints, you have two choices: truth or tact. I ask for the bathroom.
Bill Jay