CLOSE UP: Kate Carpenter – Old Friends

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© Kate Carpenter

Shutter Hub member Kate Carpenter shared a very touching story through our EVERYDAY DELIGHT exhibition editions, and YEARBOOK 2020, so we asked her to share a bit more here, with you too…

 

A daughter, granddaughter and niece of photographers, I have early memories of dark rooms with red lights and chemical smells. Slightly later, I’m sitting on a wobbly blue stool at the enlarger composing photograms. I learnt to count in f-stops, and by the age of ten I had a working knowledge of semiotics. I loved watching out for north light falling on a face, and learnt to wait patiently on wintry riverbanks to catch the sunset in the smoke.

At the time, it never occurred to me to learn the art properly, or that this might be something I could do. My career took a different path. I’ve taught language and literature in schools and colleges in the UK and abroad; I’ve studied law and worked as an adviser for a local Citizens Advice Bureau. Much as I loved these things, I never could quite settle to any of it permanently.

In my early forties I got started with the camera again. Now I’m rarely without it. Shadows and memories – my photography keeps me happy.

I have no red lights any more, and the smell of fixer is gone, but I feel as though I’ve come home.

 

© Kate Carpenter

© Kate Carpenter

My visits to my aunt are not about photography; it’s just that I usually happen to have a camera in a bag or a pocket. There’s no posing, no arranging – not even time to dial in settings. Images are grabbed in the course of conversation – me on the opposite sofa, or squashed right up against the window, or street-style on a dog walk.

“Oh, you and your camera! You can photograph Kali. She’s a good girl. She always knows when I’m feeling down.”

Admittedly, in the back of my mind, there’s a growing awareness that the dog can’t have much longer. It’s part of the reason I make the images. I know how much photographs mean after a death. They’re one of the first things we look for – albums and prints, probably, more than snaps on a phone. And I know that the dog’s demise, when it comes, will be devastating. So I travel with my littlest camera, planning ahead, seizing my moments, anticipating reminiscence.

Townspeople help keep the world a little wider when dementia starts to shrink it. A short stroll is punctuated by stops and chats and brief exchanges. Dogs and walkers, friends and neighbours, strangers, shop-keepers, lock-keepers, the recognised and the forgotten – nobody minds repetition, and everybody seems to care. “What a beautiful dog!” is enough to make a day: the pride and the joy brighten an afternoon’s mood long after the words have been forgotten.

 

© Kate Carpenter

© Kate Carpenter

Inside, we drink tea, sing old songs, look at photographs, mementos, newspaper clippings; she asks for news of the kids, talks to the dog. The two of them watch the world from her first-floor window. As unobtrusively as I can, I snap some shots. There’s often a slipper or a squeaky toy in the frame. I find I’ve cut the top off the racehorse painting on the wall above the sofa; that seems apt, says my father. It’s all about the dog now.

I’m beginning to build up a collection. Christmas brings my aunt a cheery framed photograph of dog, owner, tennis ball. It’s a bit blurry because I was taken by surprise when the moment unfolded. But nobody cares about that. Early spring blossom gives me a birthday photo for her too.

Later in the year, I get to tell her that a portrait of the two of them – Watching the World Go By – is to be exhibited at a new photography gallery in Glasgow. She is surprised and delighted and proud. Five minutes later, she’s forgotten all about it, and when I mention it for a second time, she’s surprised and delighted and proud all over again.

Dementia makes the world shrink in time as well as space: the past pin-sharp even as the present starts to blur. Reminiscence is good but memories are double-edged. What happened in Wales during the war? How old was Granny Williams when she put herself in the river? And Ruby, when she ended up under the train? A rediscovered photo prompts tales of my grandmother’s dottier exploits and a rendition of her favourite old tunes. Maizy Doats and Dozy Doats. My Meatless Day. John, John, John, Won’t You Go and Put Your Trousers On.

A bored dog brings us back to the here and now, the necessity of a walk in the drizzle. Facts fade, but a mood lingers. Leave on a happy note.

 

© Kate Carpenter

© Kate Carpenter

March 2020, and in the space of two short weeks the following happens. My father, fourteen days after routine surgery, drops dead in the street with a pulmonary embolism and a DVT. A week later, my mother’s beloved, creaky old cat joins him. And, not a week after that, the dog goes too. Vet’s best efforts, but time was up.

My brother buries the dog in my mother’s garden. He digs a grave in the dark behind a yew hedge, rigs up lights and music, we make an occasion of it. We drink my mother’s sherry and for some reason end up singing My Way along with the Alexa in the kitchen. My aunt moves in with my mother, and the country settles in to lockdown. It’s not easy. But they are brilliant, resilient.

 

© Kate Carpenter

Not much opportunity for photography, though the rules permit me to visit. As the weeks pass, I catch the odd snap in the garden, and Dog-Time is filled instead with Pigeon-watch and I-Spy-Tadpoles. ‘Pat and Kali’, in hardback, lives by the bedside. “She was a lovely, lovely dog. A good friend.”

Dementia is the red thread that runs through the family fabric. My stories, my photographs, are shot through with reminiscence, remembrance, memory. It strikes me that this is what my work is about. From Pat and Kali, to the memorial on the hill at Runnymede, to the people who sit at my kitchen table telling me their stories as I train my lens on their faces. It’s about the shadows that are cast down the generations. But maybe, also, it’s about the light that shines from the past.

 

To find out more visit Kate’s website here.

 


 

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https://www.katecarpenter.com