WILLIAM WATERWORTH

William Waterworth was born in Macclesfield, Cheshire in 1996. His family moved regularly at the start of his life before finally settling in Shropshire, a place he believes is the core inspiration for the majority of his work thus far. After finishing school he left for London and began interningat his brother’s interior design office in Shoreditch, but found he didn’t particularly enjoy the swing so fled to sail around the islands of the Caribbean and later India where his interest in photography started to boil.

On his return from India he found out he had been offered a place at the University of Manchester to study Art History. Although the photographer barely lasted a term, he describes one of the courses as being the catalyst to taking up photography – “We were studying Sally Mann, I can’t remember why, but we were! I found her images had a profound effect on me. It was only a couple weeks after that, that I had left the university and was on the train home to Shropshire.”

Just as he was leaving to walk the west coast of Italy, he decided he needed to study photography but the idea of three years made him shiver. Prior to the walk he made research into one year courses and found the perfect solution in Paris. A thrity two week intensive course that started in the coming September. It was only on his return from Italy that his parents told him it was all go, and the voyage over the channel was made.

In Paris he found an old friend whom hung around his neck for the year. He discovered the work of JeanLoup Sieff and roamed the streets still somewhat naïve about the medium, fascinated with the light Paris gave him. “In Paris the light was different, it was a blue harsh light that seemed to bounce off the architecture. Whilst at home in Shropeshire the light was softer and somewhat more white.” Paris gave him a technical platform that was needed to making the next step forward.

As his time in Paris was coming to an end he yearned to return home and begin a new chapter. Touching down on English soil “The Rolling English Road” commenced and he used his friends as subjects in hope to develp a very intimate first solo exhibition. The work made for the exhibition was purely a release from what he felt had been a restrictive time creatively in Paris.