The reasoning behind "Superchromatic Spectrosynthesis" as a title was this. I knew it would be the most incredible labour of love. I knew people would never understand what was involved in creating the image - especially as in 1986 people in England were just so incredibly ignorant of Photography as Art. So I thought one way to help them understand was to give it a difficult title. Difficult to remember and difficult to pronounce and preferably with alliteration and a euphonic trip of the tongue. I was taught at grammar school that alliteration was an error but that is absolute crap. How can you say it is an error when it is based on order and is almost like poetry and music? Used sparingly it is extremely effective.

My titles like 'Madness Mistress Metamorphosis' or in a purely euphonic way 'Kiss On Frosted Glass' roll off the tongue in a way that make them a delight to say. My grammar school was also pedantic about alliteration, grammar, spelling and syntax but I always found this small minded. Wise men care not for such trivia. People think that if they misspell something they have made an error. With me it is the reverse - I know the English language has made an error. And it is high time someone sorted it out..... but we digress. Creative minds always do.

The concept of the image was this incredible futuristic scenario, where nothing actually had any colour - rather like life. Physics and psychology tell us that there is no colour, it is just a human response to particular wavelengths of light. Cats see in black and white for example. And I knew that by giving colour only to the light, that fantastic saturation and purity of colour would be achieved. This would achieve the exact 'feel' that I wanted. An almost spiritual golw. Like something from another dimension.