Mickey Smith grew up on the west coast of Cornwall. Surrounded by sea and stone, ocean elements were ever-present. Surfing from dawn till dusk, and music filled the nights. Life on the road was soon the only one he knew. Cameras held his hand wherever he went, with rolls of super8 and Hi8 tapes in one pocket, and HP5 and Velvia in another. He followed his heart and instincts, and through the twists and turns of fate, people took a shine to his photography and quirky films. One day Mickey decided to stay put on the west coast of Ireland, a place he had frequented and loved since the tender age of 14. The nomad’s career no longer existed, but strangely enough, his work flourished. He still tries his hardest to trust his heart and his gut each morning and is more excited by the sea than ever before.