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Night and Day

Welcome to Inkriver

Inkriver contains original work in photography and graphic art. My name is Paul Saturley. I used to teach photography and do commercial graphic work, but these days inkriver is largely a labour of love. I have also restarted Casa Diablo, which is a blog of very short, atmospheric, and largely fictional writing. It has its own subdomain on inkriver and will hopefully fill out a bit more in months to come.

I live on Vancouver Island, on Canada’s West Coast. It is one of the most spectacular places in Canada to call home — at times glorious, but also dark and mysterious. The fog can roll in for days at a time. Some of the trees are ancient. It turns green in the winter. There is a lot of wildlife.

Please do not use the work on this site without permission. Just contact me and we’ll work out something simple. It’s the right thing to do.

Paul Saturley, 2019

Uncle Chaos
Space Kite
My Stoner Pal
Mr. Bitter

Some New Friends of Mine

Uncle Chaos and Friends, seen above, was concept work undertaken for album art. In the end, the pieces weren’t used, but I got a lot of pleasure out of doing them. The originals are quite large. Uncle Chaos is a bit of a Frankenstein with some missing pieces.

Much like his namesake, he never quite makes it to an ordered state. He may be a little dangerous. The Space Kite and My Stoner Pal are contented creatures, but Mr Bitter, well, he is really something else. I’d watch out for him.

For more of this kind of image, take a look through the Constructions gallery here.



Recent work has, for the moment, taken a dark turn. It’s funny how you come upon things. I was listening a lot to a band called PAIN. Their music has nothing to do with the work but the name caused me to think that pain is hidden from most of us. In the West, physical pain is seldom talked about and it is disguised by medications. When discussed at all it is usually in reference to people living in other parts of the world.

And yet it is a vital part of the human condition. It announces our arrival, warns of danger, and signals our eventual departure from the world. We often have the luxury to suppress pain, but that postpones the inevitable. Mental pain is somehow different and is a very popular topic in media. It seems less of a taboo. Perhaps it is the fear of death that keeps us quiet about physical pain.

Fear of Anesthesia