You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently. 
Why hold onto all that?

And I said, Where do I put it down?

Anne Carson from “the glass essay”

This work began as an exploration of my family but became a documentation of my own reckoning as I gave myself permission for the first time to interrogate my sense of self through photography.

Photographing my family from whom I have spent a decade estranged my mother, brother, niece and nephew pose for my camera, each unsure of me and my intentions, yet somehow allowing my presence. Between them sit photos of animals and my husband, moments of gentle intimacy amplified by their vulnerability towards my gaze.

“All the things unsaid” has been made during of the longest ongoing period of depression of my adult life. As the work has unfolded it became a direct window to my psychie, each image a frame into the sadness and intertia of my mind. Moving away from the city I had hoped to cure myself with space and air. Making images as I walked through the forest I thought I had given myself more room to breath. I was in fact suffocating in beauty.

The work serves as an ongoing archive toward understanding of my identity and by photographing my family from whom I have spent a decade estranged beside my life as it is now the work serves to interrogate the practice of documentary photography and the reliability of narration.
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