Thoughts and Context

At some point in this process, I convinced myself that I could make a flat lay book at home. You know the ones - thick paper, hard cover, seamless images spread wide. So I sat down with tape, glue, a knife that was probably too blunt, a stack of prints, and the queer audacity to think “Okay how hard can it be, really?” . In my head, I was about to create something charming and artisanal. In reality… let’s just say the tape gave up before I did. Edges slid, glue stuck to plac

Shooting is always the easy part. But picking which photos to keep, and which to cull? That’s where I lose hours. Days. Aphantasia means that I don’t have a mind’s eye. That is, no ability to visualise my memories or imagination. I talk sometimes about photographs being the visual archive for my memory. It’s one of the reasons I tend to overshoot. Looking through the photos, I don’t just see images, I feel the whole night playing back. There are details - memories - in every

I got home on Friday night, after dinner, hugs, and chats with Peter, Nathaniel, and Neptune, and just crashed. I cried a lot. I cried...