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Lydia Roberts
"[Photography] is an obsession, not a career. I don't really care about making money. I simply can't help but do it. I want to see something new every day."
England-born artist and image-maker Lydia Roberts’ practice is driven by instinct and an almost compulsive fascination with image creation. Her timeless photographic vignettes of the human form emerge from emotive intuition and a fierce imagination, existing entirely outside institutional logic or approval.
Roberts began her path as a teenager under the mentorship of photographer Brett Walker, within a circle that included her long-time friend Jack Davison. After cutting ties with her agent, she turned toward painting, travelled widely and now lives with her husband in a small village in Occitanie where she is wholly consumed by making art every day.
During her residency at House of Shila, spent between Mona and Shila Athens, Lydia unveils her temperament: that of a passionate outsider, propelled by an almost inescapable creative force — as if it were a private language only she can speak. Over several sittings, conversations unfold around photography as salvation, the pull of motherhood, and the quiet freedom of remaining outside the need to explain oneself.
photography by EFTIHIA STEFANIDI
photography by EFTIHIA STEFANIDI
artworks by LYDIA ROBERTS
photography by EFTIHIA STEFANIDI
photography by EFTIHIA STEFANIDI
“No one can tell me what art to make. Even if you’re paying me all the money in the world.”
artworks by LYDIA ROBERTS
artworks by LYDIA ROBERTS
ES: Do you feel like you know who you are?
LR: There are moments when I feel it so strongly. Normally when I’m on my own, painting. Photography is mostly mechanical at this point. Painting is when I think more about my identity and myself. The feeling is, “Oh, I’m alive.” That’s my identity. I am alive, and I realise that. I’m no different from anyone else. I just make things.
ES: Are you painting more these days?
LR: Yes, because I finally have a studio in my house. I studied fine art, but it was just three years of learning how to lie, how to consent to lies. I was the biggest outsider. Academically, intellectually, I do not consider myself a smart person. Visually, I can do a bit, but I struggle to justify why I’m doing this. Even my art tutor had to get to the bottom of why I’d chosen to put a painting on the floor instead of hanging it. But for me this is a simple gesture. I don’t have any layer of references. That means that sometimes when I’m asked to justify, I say, “Is it not enough that I just make it?”
“Painting is when I think more about my identity and myself. Normally the feeling is, ‘Oh, I’m alive.’ That’s my identity. I am alive […]”
photography by EFTIHIA STEFANIDI
photography by EFTIHIA STEFANIDI
ES: Does being an outsider make you feel like you participate less in life?
LR: Definitely. That’s why, despite hating Instagram, I also weirdly like it in other ways. It gives me a window into the world that other people live in, to which I feel completely alien. When I see people going to have dinner or hanging out with friends, or even just the simple thing of sitting at a cafe and having coffee—I just don’t do those things. But I don’t feel lonely. When I was young though, I felt I was an alien. As I got older, nothing really mattered. That’s my mantra. If I’ve had a bad day, I’ve got bills to pay, or this important person doesn’t email me back—ultimately nothing matters.
ES: That’s a liberating state to be in.
LR: We can just remind ourselves that everyone’s going to die. It’s not a morbid thing, it’s just a matter of fact. None of us gets out alive. We’re all kind of playing a game. It’s a meaningless personal game. And that gives meaning to what I do, in some weird way.
ES: What happens to all the pictures we take as photographers? Do we care? For a legacy?
LR: Sometimes I don’t care at all. It sounds bad, but it’s true. If my archive burned in a fire, I think I’d survive. There’s something ephemeral about it. On the other hand, I get to look back sometimes at my life that exists online. I can return to my first Flickr account and see those early pictures and realise how special that time was. And how dark. I was taking raw, difficult, sometimes ugly pictures of myself. They’re relics. That’s the part of photography that truly matters to me—the documentation.
ES: What compels you to take photos?
LR: I’d love to say there’s a deep poetic reason for why I shoot, but it started from an intense need to survive. It saved me. Photography fixed me when I needed fixing. Now, I don’t shoot to fix myself—I shoot because it’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t even really follow the news. I don’t have much of a social life. I can only handle a few things: my relationship, paying my bills and taking pictures. Everything else feels like too much.
ES: A life most simplified.
LR: I live in a tiny village with almost no people. I say hello to my paintings in the studio because the women I draw feel more real to me. I love brief, intense encounters, but I don’t feel the need to maintain many relationships. I feel closer to children than adults. Think of how they see the world—there’s no fear of judgment. Adults are always silently performing, always judging. My life is full of performance. Even when I teach, I’m performing.
“We’re all kind of playing a game. And that gives meaning to what I do […] I’d love to say there’s a deep reason for why I shoot, but it started from an intense need to survive. It saved me.”
artworks by LYDIA ROBERTS
artworks by LYDIA ROBERTS
ES: What is your dream?
LR: I’m living mine. Truly. I never imagined that I would live in another country, have my own house, be with someone I love or make a life through photography. When I was young, I genuinely thought my path would be self-destructive. I had a moment when I consciously chose life. And that changed everything. I now care less about how I look in the world and more about being real.
