Glamour photoshoot, Tolcarne Beach, 2010
Tolcarne Beach, 2010
Great Western Beach, 2010
Towan Beach, 2010
Playing cricket, Towan Beach, 2010
Waving for the video camera, Towan Beach, 2010
Surf School photos, Great Western Beach, 2010
Kiss, Towan Beach, 2010
Pointing up at the sky, Towan Beach, 2010
Newquay Harbour, 2012
Looking out to sea, Tolcarne Beach, 2012
Beach Huts, Tolcarne Beach, 2012
Newquay Harbour Beach looking towards the Aquarium, 2014
Blue chair and body board, Lusty Glaze Beach, 2014
Seagulls on harbour wall, 2014
Towan Beach, 2014
Kiss, Tolcarne Beach, 2014
Landscape photograph in empty office, 2014
Since 1985 I have been documenting the beach landscapes and tourists of Newquay, Cornwall. The photographs began when I was staying with friends during the Whitsun holidays. During the day, while they were working, I wandered around the clifftops and beaches with an old twin lens reflex camera I had bought for £40. I found myself revisting familiar spots remembered from early childhood holidays. We would travel overnight from Derby to Newquay by train and then in later years by car, driving on A roads so my Father could avoid motorways, arriving in the early morning and eager to be on the beach.
Newquay was also where my Father's family had first lived in England; arriving as Polish refugees after the Second World War. A Polish community had been established at St Mawgan Airforce Base nearby. My Father worked as a waiter in several local hotels before moving to Derby where he met my Mother.
Freak wave on Tolcarne Beach 1968 - photograph by Czeslaw Nadolski
Me aged three on Tolcarne Beach - photographed by my Father Czeslaw Nadolski
In a sense, when I began, I was photographing not only the present but also the past as my memories were guiding where and what I photographed. Our earliest holidays had been recorded by my Father on slide film. These colour-rich slides would then be projected, larger than life, in our darkened living room in the suburbs of Derby during the winter months. Viewed again and again over many years, these pictures became my memories.
From the very beginning I was determined to try and avoid ridiculing tourists in my photographs, that would have been too easy. After all, I was a tourist and am I really any different now? For me the beach has begun to resemble a stage set and I am just an observer of the myriad of stories played out upon it. I watch. I am a tourist.
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