I find myself scouring old family photographs hoping to rediscover the utopian sense of innocent fantasy and familial security. Like Roland Barthes’ search for the essential portrayal of his mother, I seek out traces of a former period in my life.



Layers of images evolve into metaphors for the process of recall. Is it possible to preserve a memory or are they like history, an inevitable series of adaptations re-told in numerous different versions as we progress through our lives. Sometimes it is a sudden recollection that sparks a journey back in time triggered by sight, sound or smell that is purer before we have the chance to analyse our feelings or responses...



This work addresses the dislocation experienced on revisiting my hometown and the subsequent submersion of fragmented childhood memories. This is both a reconstruction of a time of innocence and a reclamation of a family archive. A potent mixture of facts, feelings and half forgotten photographs blend together with images of treasured artefacts.