2010 – Ongoing
Close explores the relationship between place, and interpersonal relationships with the family hub. Each family relationship, desiring something completely different, while protecting each others space, keeping their own individual room to breath and grow and thrive, to remember to be conscious of each other so as to not fall into the dull burrow of routine, and forget each other, to help each other thrive, more than just surviving. Hoping to remember, day to day, to dance between the dishes and dinner.
This space the house we call home, doesn’t belong to us neither did the others. We live within the suburbs constantly craving the ocean or the forest. Some times it’s not big enough for all of us, and the continuous expanse we crave. Conflicted moment’s creep up and are danced into being. Personalities bounce and crash off each other and hit the walls.
These walls tingle with laughter also though and tell of butterfly kisses, and nighttime walks cloaked in scented jasmine on a full moon. Deep sadness and closed hearts beat up and thump inside warm chests of flesh covered by bone, the question being, do we run at each other or in different directions. The open wounds need talking to of love and healing and tender things, like rainfall and flowers, chrysalises and the taste of new season mangoes and peaches, and that things can be different.
The family rises and falls together; the camera helps drink in their faces. Too fast, my heart pounds, too fast, and the camera gathers these moments in time, wanting nothing more than to stop it still.
The walls of this space are blotched with paint, and some times the door falls off it’s hinges. Continuous trails of domestic disturbances follow my every breath. I ride the waves, yet some times drowning; I forget to take a breath. Hoping to remember to dance between the dishes and dinner.
Close gave me space to run away, without having to leave my children, photography is my solace, my peace and my deep affection. Time passes so quickly, and as a nurturer you are reminded of this every minuet of everyday, you feel like you stay the same, nevertheless the changes in them make it obvious that this is not true, babies become, toddlers, toddlers become little people, little people grow taller than you and more defiant, and loving and head strong. I am grateful and so blessed to have guided these two people out of my womb and into the world. This is the house that my kids are growing up in, we wont be here forever, but this is the house and the memories that will etch their existence on their minds forever. They may remember the smells, the fun and the small things. They will remember this house, they may tell their partners of it, it will ring of magic in their hearts, and fondness deep within their waking moments.