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A place, an object, a texture or colour, can cause a childhood memory to flash through your mind. Within my mind childhood memories often come as single images, yet sometimes they run as two or three frames from an event.
As a curious child in rural Norfolk, an abandoned house held as much adventure as the unspoiled beach. I had freedom, to dare to explore my surroundings without thinking. An abandoned tricycle triggered the start of this series. Over the next six months, I found myself gathering a collection of broken and discarded toys, while contemplating my connection with them.
For me memories have two functions - one being factual recall, and the other, the creation and maintenance emotional links with the past. As I began taking images of my abandoned childhood toys, a warped game of Chinese Whispers unfolded in front of me. The events and situations, I recalled, became distortions of the truth and often disturbed. These final images, I hope, are contrary to the truth.
Am I scratching the surface of the memories of an introverted child? Yes, maybe, but at a superficial glance, these photos are images of discarded childhood objects.
Hidden in summer, Abandoned reveals its true colours in the depth of winter. It was only when the leaves had fallen from the trees was I able to see an outline of the building. I had no idea what it held within.
Travelling across Utah lines within the natural landscape dominated my vision.