Jacob Charles Wilson

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A Captivating New Photobook from One of Britain's Brightest Photographers

for AnOther Magazine
The snarling jaws of some hellhound snap at the viewer.

Like oil on concrete, I want to take the tip of a finger and run it through slick rainbows and grit. There's something chemical and physical in the photographs of Jack Davison. Inky blacks cut through by flashes of colour, skin roughened by the grain of paper. I enjoy the contradiction between his willingness to shoot on any kind of camera and to print on any surface and his intense focus on the image at hand, cropping down and down to turn one image into another. Distilling the essence of an image. Writing for AnOther, I spoke to Davison on his first monograph, Photographs, published by Loose Joints.

I'm pretty glad I didn't study photography theory because people just tell you 'this is the rule, this is how this works'. But there shouldn't be any rules really. You should be able to play with whatever you want with respect for the medium. There's no reason why you can't try everything. I think that if I had gone to study it I would be less risky.