My father died at 8.22am on January 25th 2019 This body of work looks at my family home today and, in particular, at my mother who lived there alone until November 2024. She lived with echoes and memories of times’ passed and with the understanding that life’s only constant is change. Although there is decay, loss and loneliness within the space, there are delicate reminders of different times and different relationships. The surviving family still feel the strength of attachment to this place and this was our safe haven. The work connects past with present but, ultimately, and with sadness, points to the future that is all too inevitable.
