In keeping with my them of yesterday – Reflections from the past, all associated with home in one way or another. In June last year we spent some time in Fiona’s home village, in the Southwest of England. Fiona was born in the house her parents still live in and it has hardly changed during her life. In fact, her bedroom is largely as she left it late in her teenage years. Every time we visit we sleep in it and I marvel at how that consistency has been with at least one person in my family. The curtains Fiona made when she was a little girl, the hula hoop hanging behind her door is the one she used as a little girl too. As I lay in bed one morning reflecting on herstory in this room I felt very close to Fiona and felt compelled to capture at least some of the aspects of this home before aged parents pass and the home changes forever. So, using my iPhone, so as not to impose, I captured a perspective on 155 High Street and made a book for Fiona so nothing is lost to time. Largely the images are simple, no frills, as that is the nature of the place and the people who live and have lived in it. This image is more a reflection of my awe that we could still sleep in a room with childhood history and memories wherever you look. My presentation tries to capture that feeling.
In many ways this must have been inspired by Jenny’s image “Fern (the things my mother taught me)”. I had forgotten that image until it came up in her retrospective and I knew there was a link.