As you may have noticed, I'm a photographer and one who finds himself living in London, for no apparent reason.

It's the place that my mother happened to be when I made my grand entrance into the world and thus far I havn't seen much need to move further a field.

I put this down to something to do with paths of least resistence and all those things and for the time being it suits me just fine.

I have been shooting these images since the late 90s. I find it hard to explain what I shoot, despite the constant enquires that are made about my work, my themes.

I know that some people consider my images to be dark, disturbing and all of these things. I see it as being a product of various parts of my mind; my love of the erotic, the female form & sexual fantasy and quite obviously the more sinister underbelly of these things.

I am also inspired by a lot of surrealistic imagery and enjoy playing with these elements in my work, playing off the passive and aggressive, the implied innocense and the corruption that experience brings.

I don't allign what I do as being part of the Fetish scene, though am happy to acknowledge that my themes and my own interpretation of the male/female sexual interaction do occasionally have things in common.

"Marc Blackie’s photographs depict a surreal, heightened eroticism in a manner that manages to be both playful and solemnly ritualistic. In elegantly-shot black and white photos – technically clear and unfussy – women with faces as impassive as kabuki masks (and sometimes, indeed, wearing actual masks) are depicted enacting little scenarios of power and contrast: light against dark; soft against spiky; innocent against corrupted; natural against artificial.

Nobuyoshi Araki is clearly a reference point in Blackie’s work and he shares the Japanese photographer’s interest in bondage themes, but also his dead-pan sense of humour. A more subtle influence, however, comes from the American Francesca Woodman. Woodman – who died by her own hand in 1981 - practised in her photography a kind of moody, backwoods surrealism, in which narrative has been siphoned away, leaving only a layer of queasy, erotic atmosphere and unanswered questions.

It is this same sense of the unknown – the feeling that something as banal as an ice cream cone can be utterly mysterious – mingled with a dark erotic impulse, that forms the heart of Marc Blackie’s work." - Jim Anderson