Marc Provins

I've been asked to contribute some of my Horizon work to a group exhibition opening this week at PS Mirabel. The images were made between 2010 and 2012 and having to look back and select some images for the show has been an interesting experience. I've been reflecting on my ideas and working methods from that time and considering how some aspects have changed, whilst some themes remain constant in my current work.  This is what I wrote at the time: For me standing looking out to sea has the same potential as going to an airport or train station, there is the possibility of going somewhere. It is a threshold to the exotic, the start of a journey. I use photography to explore the relationship we have with our surroundings, interested in transitional spaces, thresholds between places. It is a sensual shock to see little but sky and saltwater, separated by a graphic line, the horizon. It is almost too much to comprehend and causes a physical and mental reaction. I didn’

The periodical arrives  unsolicited through my letterbox and the light arrives unpredictably through my window, brought together on the floor of my home. Styling, colour and my home remain constants in my work. I have experimented with using found printed material in my images before, most completely in a small set called Nest: NEST

I've been toying with some new ideas over the last couple of months but had no time to explore them. So today I started.  Magazines keep coming through my letterbox for someone who lived in this space before me, they are quite specialist. I usually recycle them but today I opened one, they are interesting and I like how they are photographed. I started to tear pages out and photograph them in the strong winter light streaming in through the window. I wonder what she did with them? It probably wasn't this. 

I woke up twice last night, the first time I was having a dream about Spaghetti Hoops which I've not eaten or thought about since childhood, but now I'm craving them. The second time I was dreaming about my favourite city, Antwerp, speaking fluent Flemish which I can only do in my dreams. I didn't visit last year so will definitely be going this year. The last time I went it was 20 years since I'd moved there and so I made portraits of some my 'Antwerp family'. This year it will be 20 years since I came back so I hope I can finish the set.  So from the archive two images of Carina.