Amongst my late parents’ analogue snapshot collection is a photograph that has happy days written in dad’s distinctive handwriting across the front. Ironically, Mum and dad’s snaps of a bygone era are now physical reminders of what has been lost; the halcyon days long gone. A gap exists between past and present but a photograph is more than just a visual prompt, it is a trace that offers a direct link to the past. Combining my archival snapshots with contemporary imagery of places, objects, trees and flowers I collapse time and weave new narratives.
