dead reckoning: noun
To find yourself bothered by someone’s death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of the landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night. It suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate by—still able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much more adrift.
Memories of the home are not something remembered but rather something which is intertwined with the present, a part of our ongoing current experience. Memories stand, they do not move, therefore it is space not time that holds memory. This being the core- essence of my work as well as Sigmund Freud’s concept of The Uncanny; something that is at once frightening, yet familiar.
Creating work that mirrors the unhomely, appearing through holes in the fabric of reality, things that remained unsaid, questions that remain unanswered, a place where the relation of subject to identity is always split and doubled. Still coming to terms with absence and loss by revisiting spaces using photography, sound, and installation to achieve this. Light and shadow play an integral role within the work, creating an intense immersive experience through installation.