Coming Home 2017 - current

An ongoing photographic series. A pilgrimage home.

As I play with these prints they spin out of my fingers and into a scattered pile on the coffee table. They make sense this way. A collection of memories, check ins, points in time pinned in my mind, a confusion of scenarios that help me make sense of the way I see the world. I am bringing together the edges in order to make a whole, an off centre, warped and mysterious whole. Their little form speaks to me of diary entries, elements of a story, snapshots; of fragility and preciousness and intimacy. They are an invitation into a personal story where you otherwise are not allowed.

The stories are at first an introduction into the banality of life but on closer viewing I hope there is an audience that is intrigued by the gloriousness of a budget motel, the eeriness of a figure trapped in a pool of water, the frenetic energy of a dusk horizon caught in a window, the possibility in an open door where the mood is set by a not quite straight painting before you even enter.

For me the images conjure up experiences of melancholy songs sung by deep voiced girls, the relieved sigh of temperature dropping across a still night sky and the distinct feeling that shifts in me when I notice the dusk light shaping the shadows.

The series speaks to me of viewing life in a unique light, of finding introspection in imagery, of capturing poetry of place.

The challenge has been to accept the vision I have, to overcome the awkwardness that maybe how I see life is not interesting enough. To realise I am unique and my vision is like no other and to string it all together, this life, with a certain sensibility.