Photographs are something that always fascinated me. The more I started to look at pictures the more I started to realize that they were actual pieces of life; it was like immortality was staring me right back in the face and I wondered what they were thinking. They intrigued me and captured my attention so much that I couldn’t let them rest; I wanted to know more, and try to understand the language within photography.

By arranging my found images alongside my contemporary ones I believed I could make them talk to one another. The photographs could hold their own conversations and help elucidate each other. Not only did I want the images to talk between themselves, I wanted them to become an invitation to the narrative, and induce the viewer to glimpse into their own imagination, I wanted to show how different we are now, how our lives have changed and how the people within the found pictures had contributed to that change. As I started to think more, I started to realize the essential bearing we all have on each others’ lives; without the life of a certain Ethel Post our own lives would be different.

Looking at people is funny, we can be incredibly humorous, and thinking of others’ thoughts and decisions is a reflection on ones own thoughts and decisions. Being British we have all experienced a first day at school. I wonder how many of us have ever picked up a tennis racket or something similar and pretended to be performing at Wembley. The rituals we perform are a wonderful testimony to our own individuality, as well as providing us with a sense of belonging. For me the pages and the images within them do talk to each other, how other people listen to them is as fascinating as the pages themselves. I do often wonder what the conversations are when the pages of the book are shut. When somebody is listening I hope it induces their own memories, and their own sense and place of identity, I hope they smile at those who have helped them become who they are, and then in turn smile at themselves.

Minor White wrote; ‘Is it you or I who says Out of my love for you I will give you back to yourself’