Like all young men of a certain age, Harry Gilmour had his own notion of how a naval battle should be. This wasn't it.
Norway, 1940: Sub Lieutenant Harry Gilmour's first encounter with battleship action is not the adventure he had hoped for. Faced with a thankless task and ill equipped to handle it, Gilmour's inexperience leads to a damning allegation. His future hangs in the balance.
But then Lieutenant Peter Dumaresq steps in to offer him a lifeline--an advanced navigation course that will take him aboard a crack submarine, HMS Pelorus, under the command of a Royal...
Like all young men of a certain age, Harry Gilmour had his own notion of how a naval battle should be. This wasn't it.
David Blackâs latest body of work extends his ongoing exploration of Western Americana into a more fluid meditation on energy, embodiment, and the inevitable impermanence of form. Here, the frame becomes a vessel for transmission, capturing not story but sensation: the spark that animates, the shimmer that moves between bodies, seen and unseen. These images invite us to consider our own physicality as a threshold - where motion becomes trace, and what lingers in the ether briefly takes shape before dissolving again into light.
David Blackâs latest body of work extends his ongoing exploration of Western Americana into a more fluid meditation on energy, embodiment, and the in...
