In and out of focus

Another way of looking at it

I'm not a purist photographer. I don't strive for the perfectly sharp and perfectly exposed photograph. At least not all of the time. This photograph was taken in the Turbine Hall at the Tate Modern a few months ago—another postcard from a time when I was at least able to wake up and say, "I think might be well enough go to the Tate today".

In the almost pitch blackness of the Turbine Hall, people sat in silence watching a film without sound, a film called Film—an infinite sequence of light and colour and tone and shape. There was no narrative. It wasn't a film "about something". Somehow creating an out of focus image of random strangers watching a series of random images seemed to capture how I experienced that occasion.