Sean Marc Lee
Something lost, something found, something forgotten, something remembered. A story that existed for some time. What was it? A lost phone call, a lost time, a lost feeling. Never again to be recaptured exactly as it was created. Love. Love for the subject, for the moment, for the light, for the feeling, for the time, for the place you are at, for the way you look at what you shoot, for the ideas you have, for the theories, for the criticisms, for the failures, for the mistakes, for knowing that there will always be tomorrow and forever. As simple as that.
Selected by Anne Lyden, International Photography Curator at the National Galleries of Scotland.