‘When I began to take these photographs of my parents in December 2004, it was perhaps a reaction to brother's burning of numerous volumes of our family photograph albums, and also to the news that my grandparents' house was due to be demolished.


Even so, it seems to me now that the pictures I took do not necessarily reinforce the notion of our family bond. I feel that of course the people in the photographs are my parents, but it seems that each of them occupies their picture like a stranger travelling to an unknown destination.


For me, these photographs touch on my beliefs about the nature of identity, that ultimately we are strangers to each other and to ourselves.’

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‘When I began to take these photographs of my parents in December 2004, it was perhaps a reaction to brother's burning of numerous volumes of our family photograph albums, and also to the news that my grandparents' house was due to be demolished.


Even so, it seems to me now that the pictures I took do not necessarily reinforce the notion of our family bond. I feel that of course the people in the photographs are my parents, but it seems that each of them occupies their picture like a stranger travelling to an unknown destination.


For me, these photographs touch on my beliefs about the nature of identity, that ultimately we are strangers to each other and to ourselves.’