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Monday, 20 October 2014

Mark Mattock's Rivers and Fish

I met Mark Mattock at a the Bristol Photobook Festival and the propaganda events where he gave me his latest book, The Angler Who Fell toEarth. That tells you where the book is coming from. It’s a book that on the surface seems to be about fishing, but with an otherworldly twist. It’s a musical riff from the city to the water with pike, barbel and lures along the way. But aside from the angling, it’s a book about rivers; about walking along them, being next to them, looking into them.

It starts with an spread of leaves and tree roots and snail trails that look like they are suspended in sunlit water, or is it window pane lit from the inside. It’s not clear. It’s one of those pictures where stars and galaxies mix with the leaves and roots to give a sense of mystery.

And it’s exactly that sense of mystery that is what’s best about the book, a mystery that replicates why rivers are so wonderful. I spent my day yesterday on the lovely River Dart and can see in Mattock’s picture a sense of shared experience; there are the dark shimmers of water that you look at with the sun in front of you, the leaves on the water, the beautiful but chemical-looking swirls of scum that line up in the eddies and the pools.

A beautiful pairing of shimmering current bordered by reads is paired with the ripples of a horse’s eyebrows. There’s dark water and there’s light water, rolled up coils of undergrowth and seeping pools on damp water meadows.

A pair of swan wings add a sense of the essential role of rivers in death, while a feather sitting in a bed of blown-off dandelion seeds flicks over to their life force. They are another way of seeing the world, a natural counterpoint to the roads and highways that sadly shape our lives. So we see the viaducts and bridges, the graffiti daubed tunnels that really are another world to that of the road above.

Because Mattock is an angler, we also get that side. There are lures, and pike and barbel. We see the shadow of Mattock fishing and we see the journey he takes to the river from his home in London, the mix of the urban and the rural. There are references to his children and his childhood and always to fishing.

I like fish, but I like rivers more. I live in Bath where the river Avon flows and every week I swim in, walk along or boat on the river. Every week I stare into the still, dark water or lose myself in the currents of Warleigh, Pulteney or Bathampton Weir. I listen to the spray, and gaze into the boiling surges. And I never get bored doing it.

Being by water is something that’s in our blood, something old and inescapable, that touches the parts of us that lie beneath. And that is what Mattock has done with his lyrical book; he’s captured, in a very visual and very beautiful way, what it is to be by water.

And if that sounds too romantic, I’ll end with a found note that is reproduced in the book.

‘You have been so BUSTED!
But PLEASE shoot downstream
Still it’s a very romantic setting!!
By the way..

We Know who you are J

1 comment:

john W MacPherson said...

Bloody hell that's a set of marvellous images. Really. I love it. Jeez I've had my mind expanded. And your writing, like a piece of fishing line 'twixt shore and shimmer links the two wonderfully.