Stephen Leslie's statement
I try to work with words and images, my last book, SPARKS, was a collection of short stories inspired by photographs taken over the past twenty years. This new set of images have all been taken in London and I am just beginning to plan out the accompanying stories for some of them but, worryingly, they all seem to share a similar feeling which I can only describe as Angst or varying levels of anxiety. I have no idea if this comes from within myself – am I projecting my own angst on to the photographs? Or am I responding to something else that is going on out in the world, specifically London at the moment. I wonder what that might be…?