Alongside his photography and personal diary fragments, artist Nick Turner talked to us about horses and some of his most emotional moments in life.
Words: Ger Ger Images/Journals: Nick Turner
"My work is both an examination of myself and a statement on the primal, bestial nature of man."
In his work, Turner says he employs self- portraiture to examine his insecurities, desires, and realities as a man. He explores how one's self-perception affects interactions with others, and thus society at large and the natural world. Turner feels his way through the process instinctually and his work is an emotional documentation of experiences, travels, and places in his personal life.
"Horses represent to me the creatures that most resemble man — strong, but fragile at the same time. I have been riding or around horses consistently since [I was] a young child. This naturally led to a fascination and familiarity with them as subjects and as inspiration."
"I moved back to the South of France recently, having lived here as a teenager in high school.
There are a lot of histories and memories here. This has made me reevaluate my art and life itself, my connections with people and places, and where to put real focus in life. Coming back here was a 'facing your fear'-type decision but a very good one for growth and a chance to mature as an artist and a man."
"Upon arrival, I pulled up to the huge old house in the center of the town of Pibrac. Unsure of what I would find inside, I knew I had left everything I had been considering my home in New York since moving back here after my mom’s death. I felt like Batman going home to a huge empty house full of family memories and history."
I slept in my old childhood room but would wander into other bedrooms and just sit in them: — there were seven to choose from. I would sit up on the top floor of the house in the smallest room I could find and read in the mornings before going back down. In the afternoons I would walk to the castle next door and just sit there looking into the landscape. I felt like I was going back in time but my mind was unraveling at times."
"Finally, I drove to the coast to surf and escape what I was focusing on. I was completely unsure of what to expect, only having read how heavy and big the waves would get at Hossegor-La Nord."
"I was hoping to find some empty peaks to have to myself and not deal with crowds. It was packed. Fifty guys at least all sitting on the best peaks and masses of people on the beach with cameras or just watching.
It was a colosseum, an exhibition of man and the ocean on display. I paddled out probably 200 meters to the left of the crowds and grabbed a few smaller waves. [...] Maybe this was my coming of age and turning point in life where everything changes and you can’t go back. You can only reshape the way you interact with the world you return to after your journey is over."
"Nature had always been my refuge and I always felt confident in it. Whether it be with horses or the sea, I had never felt this sense of physical and mental fragility until then. My armor had been cracked and fear was seeping in at every step when I made attempt after attempt to approach the sea."
"I ended up washed onto the rocks on the inside of the cove. I was breathing heavily and was spitting up the cold salty water that forced its way into my wetsuit as I took wave after wave on the head during the horrific paddle out.
The wind had become so strong I had to stay indoors for days. Wind shook walls and brought 30-foot waves slamming into the black volcanic cliffs surrounding me. After days went by, I was determined to try and went in the rain to that spot appropriately named Thor's Point."
A friend once told me the most noble pursuit in life is truth. When everything is torn down and there's nothing to hide behind, no place to run to, truth is the only thing left."
— Nick Turner