A Song for Summer.
Inspired by the book of the same name by Eva Ibbotson.
“Sometimes the most profound moments in life occur in the silence between the notes.” Eva Ibbotson.
MORNING WALK
MORNING WALK
Each morning I walk with our dog. The walks are not particularly long and, nearly always, follow the same route. We turn left out of the gate and walk along the road that passes the pompiers, the small local fire station at the edge of the village, into the valley that links us to Beaumont, the village beyond. Behind Beaumont are the hills and over the hills is the mountain.
Sometimes I take my camera.
On 19 February 2022 my uncle, who knows the area around where I live well, went into hospital for a stem cell transplant as part of his treatment for cancer. Each morning he was in hospital and then afterwards at home recovering I sent him a WhatsApp message telling him a few details from my morning walk.
Morning Walk is a book of analogue photographs and the first 100 WhatsApp messages sent to my uncle.
FROM BROKEN WATERS WE BLOOM
FROM BROKEN WATERS WE BLOOM
I create because it is the only way I can deal with life. The never ending bad news, the inhumanness of on line admin, the anxiety that mounts as a result of living in today’s society. I create images because within all of this I need to see that there is beauty. I need them to see it too. These images are little love letters or poems to my children. To myself,. To life.
A SHATTERED VASE
A SHATTERED VASE
Softly erased by time and blurred by endlessly changing reels. I see my shadow and wonder how many other lives I am living.
Lives where fires burn and fragments of me fight in silence, leaving less that becomes not enough to wear all the hats on just one head.
A head that feels scattered as much as shattered. I stretch to gather in the pieces, to mould them back to one. Smoothing lines and softening edges.
Edges that are worn and frayed and bicker harshly with each other. I pour endlessly to drown out should and shame. Watering roots that got lost in the never ending games of more.
LAST SUMMER
WOMEN LIKE YOU, BEAUTIFUL YOU
Portraits of women. For women.
Twenty twenty, the year the daisies we watched the daisies come up again and again…
Still images, small videos and words from lockdowns during the pandemic.