The small green leather suitcase was kept in a cupboard in mum and dad's bedroom inside were their old analogue snapshots and albums; paper memories.
 As a child they transported me to another era, to a time when my parents were young, before they grew old. I made up stories about them; I still do. 
Using the contents of my late parent's archive I explore abstract concepts, temporality, materiality, love, loss and longing. 
Despite being static objects their meaning constantly evolves, working with archival imagery offers me limitless opportunities to reinterpret the past. 

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