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Metamorphoses
A Fragment In 2020, my beloved father dropped dead. He left behind my mother, whose rare dementia is robbing her of the ability to recognize the people, places, and things before her. Her own home has become an impenetrable labyrinth. Insight remains razor sharp, while memory disintegrates, and that is cruel. Her older sister, with…
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Legacies
Legacies The voices you hear in the film Legacies are mine, my mother’s, and my aunt’s. Following the death of my father in March 2020, the sisters live together in my mother’s house, each navigating their own losses and illnesses. They participate gladly in the recordings and photography; I casually operate the camera with one hand as we go…
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What Ceremony Else? (I: September 2020)
I often think about funeral speeches. Those that have moved me with their love, humanity and individuality; those that have disappointed with their stock phrases and easy platitudes. In moments of anxiety for the safety of people I love, catastrophising, I sometimes wonder what I might say about them. It’s unthinkable to contemplate their demise,…
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Old Friends
My visits to my aunt are not about photography; it’s just that I usually happen to have a camera in a bag or a pocket. There’s no posing, no arranging – not even time to dial in settings. Images are grabbed in the course of conversation – me on the opposite sofa, or squashed right up against…
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Like Quiet Ghosts
The Air Forces Memorial at Runnymede I love the way this memorial is drenched in light whenever I visit; I love the stone and the windows and the curves and the geometry of the place; l love the views over Runnymede all the way to London. I often stop to read some of the notes…