‘A home of my own’, is a photographic series exploring how our memories and connections with place can shape how we read and interpret the world around us. I have focused on the deeper connections between memory and space, and how these interact with each other to form the foundations of our interactions with our surroundings and vulnerabilities.
Our memory holds an immense amount of power over our lives. Everything that we do and believe has been shaped by a previous experience. Our fears, hopes, the things we feel close to and the things we want to hide from are all shaped by a previous event or story. We have connections to places through memories. The flowers are in our childhood gardens, places we’ve travelled to, and our safe places. These connections help to build our identities, the whats and whys of who we are; the reason you love standing in the rain, why you don’t stand too close to the road, the reason you’re so conscious of putting sunscreen on.
Our memories are also malleable; they shift and change as we age and live different experiences, we gain insights into how we’ve processed certain events as we grow a better understanding of how the world around us works. But as we grow older we lose things, We lose track of memories that were so clear yesterday but seem blurry and distant now. Moments that you used to recall almost every minute detail to have been overcast by a hazy fog that you can’t get through. Our brains are complex and messy. They just can’t hold every detail, no matter how much we want them to. Things intertwine, overlap and get mixed up as our brains hold onto newer memories, but we don’t lose the impression these moments have left on us - they become a part of how we carry ourselves.
Our memory holds an immense amount of power over our lives. Everything that we do and believe has been shaped by a previous experience. Our fears, hopes, the things we feel close to and the things we want to hide from are all shaped by a previous event or story. We have connections to places through memories. The flowers are in our childhood gardens, places we’ve travelled to, and our safe places. These connections help to build our identities, the whats and whys of who we are; the reason you love standing in the rain, why you don’t stand too close to the road, the reason you’re so conscious of putting sunscreen on.
Our memories are also malleable; they shift and change as we age and live different experiences, we gain insights into how we’ve processed certain events as we grow a better understanding of how the world around us works. But as we grow older we lose things, We lose track of memories that were so clear yesterday but seem blurry and distant now. Moments that you used to recall almost every minute detail to have been overcast by a hazy fog that you can’t get through. Our brains are complex and messy. They just can’t hold every detail, no matter how much we want them to. Things intertwine, overlap and get mixed up as our brains hold onto newer memories, but we don’t lose the impression these moments have left on us - they become a part of how we carry ourselves.
