You have to realise that I live a rather strange life at the moment, which one day might change.
Narrative is a matter of perspective, so are our histories, getting lost, rediscovered and recontextualised, as Marianne Hirsch notes: “Perhaps it is the familial look itself that makes it difficult to read this picture which will not reveal any identifiable truth” (1997: 104).
This body of work is a journey to discover truths but a spectre hangs exists. One of fractured relations, memory, class, superstition, politics and dogma. Held by tensions of belief; together but each according to an individual rhythm.