“A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory….everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.” *

Looking back at the lost world of the family album.

Digital collage of scanned family photographs.

2009

*Vladimir Nabokov, Speak Memory

What remains when someone dies? The space they inhabited with their hopes and dreams, the view from their window, their clothes and possessions, the play of light and shadow as the days pass, and precious memories….

Silver gelatin prints

2008

An open window, the remains of a meal, shoes kicked off in a hurry – these are the traces that people leave behind them as they go about their day. But the traces they leave behind as they pass through your life are not so visible ….

Silver gelatin prints

2008