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Working across photography, sculpture and drawing, my work involves creating images which question how we view a domestic landscape, our relationship with memories of personal spaces and how or where we choose to belong.  My work aims to reconstruct the visual discourse of domesticity, amidst its current reinvention during these uncertain and unfamiliar times.

Inherent in the composition of the works is the creation of visual barriers which uncover the hidden dynamics at play within our domestic landscape. Photographed in a rigid and confrontational manner, the works’ presentation creates barriers where they wouldn't normally be; half seen windows which are often little more than open, an apparent divide down the centre of a room, a door frame crudely cut in half, and the absence of any scene or narrative from beyond the photographic frame. The composition centres predominantly around the window. Although this normally lends itself to a sense of openness and freedom, it is abruptly interrupted by a tension ridden silence created through the restricted view of the outside world.  The framing of the photographs therefore does not allow for any visual escape. Consequently, the barriers between the interior and exterior worlds are reinforced, requiring us to consciously reflect on how domestic space can similarly be divided and allocated. This alludes to how we make decisions in navigating our current personal spaces and how this affects the fabric of our everyday life.

Intervention also takes place digitally within the works through the removal of unknown persons from the frame, leaving some evidence of the manipulation. What is left is a candid and uncanny view of an unknown familiar, such as a shadow cast across an empty room of a family home or a skewed view of tired looking floorboards in front of a partially seen window. The places people have known and chosen to present themselves in become undefined moments of accidental documentation, as a timeless melancholy pervades in their emptiness, redolent only of anonymity and solitude.  

The work suggests a vision which currently concerns many. Namely, a restricted world slowly moving to one without us; peculiar and uncertain. In our apprehension it has been all but too easy to become paralysed in isolation, which, as a consequence of mandatory confinement, has become synonymous with contemporary domestic life.