‘For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea’
e.e. cummings
When I was six years old we moved to a strange phantasmal place, Cornwall. Here, summer is six weeks of sublime derangement when the locals and tourists become sun worshipers; rushing out, even in the bitter wind, to exalt under the sky. Returning to the same seaside town, I photographed what I remembered of the mirth, myths, and adventures of that time. Adults: frantic, then loafing for hours in the sand. Phantoms that threaten and objects that take on a life of their own as they beckon from afar. In bringing these images together I used this nostalgic sensibility in the hope of creating a mood that gestures beyond a specific time and place.
