My childhood was spent growing up in the small mining community of Springside, situated between the two Scottish towns of Irvine and Kilmarnock. Even though it was the 60’s that I grew up in it felt more like the 40’s as the village seemed to be in some time warp stuck between the industrial revolution and Brig O Doun, and as with most wee places in Scotland, Springside had its fair share of “characters” most of whom I was related to in one way or another.
Even as a wee snot rag of a boy I was always fascinated by the small details I saw in everyday life and would stand in awe at something as insignificant as an old man getting off a bike, an old woman with bad hips struggling on and off the bus with her big shopping bag and children hand in hand or the way the street drunk would stand at the corner of the local pub armed with a fish supper negotiating a chip to land somewhere in the region of his mouth without getting brown sauce all down his front or getting the chip stuck up his nose, like some lunar docking mission that was about to be aborted.
It was like the street had become a huge choreographed dance routine that was being produced all for me and made what seemed to everyone else just an ordinary event became in my eyes a Hollywood blockbuster tinted in glorious Technicolour. I guess that is the whole premise of the work that I produce in that I still take delight in turning the “ordinary” into something “extraordinary”.