Following on from the days of playing hide-and-seek in ancient attics and secret gardens, ever vigilant for the appearance of the 'family ghost', my father, himself a keen landscape photographer, gave me an old Leica camera on my twenty first birthday and I instantly became hooked on photography. What intrigued me most was the magic of time and light and the enigma of 'reality' that these elements conjured up. Over the years I have tried to portray this in various forms in my work: the unreality of the 'real' and the reality of the 'unreal'. The first roll of film that I shot was of cardboard cut-outs of ghosts that I arranged in tableaux in the gardens.
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