My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family

A new conceptual project, comprising of three strands. The first strand is a catagorisation of my family where my collection of objects have become an extension of me, literally and metaphorically.

My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family

I really like working in a series. Perhaps because it can be as big or small as you wish, or possibly that you don’t quite know what direction it may take you in.

My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family

My home is filled with objects collected over time, they have become my family. So this is how this new project came about - the desire to formalise their existence. Catagorise my adopted family in such a way that included myself. A set of family portraits.

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The Factory
The Factory

A panel of 20 images successfully submitted for a Fellowship from the Royal Photographic Society.

The Factory
The Factory

My portfolio focuses on the complex dynamics and non-verbal communication found in personal relationships.

 

The Factory
The Factory

On a quiet back street scant yards from the bustle and noise of London life sits a disused factory,

The Factory
The Factory

As I walked through the factory doors, I entered a world of silence. I am surrounded by hundreds of mannequins, trapped in claustrophobic and overcrowded confinement.

The Factory
The Factory

As I weave my way through the dark rooms crammed with endless bodies, I feel a tension in the air: many are contorted and dismembered,

The Factory
The Factory

some are intertwined, gazing at each other some with mute desire, while others silently gesticulate. Many are bruised and scarred. All have been discarded.

The Factory
The Factory

With each visit to the factory, it seems to me, they are not simply a congregation of discarded mannequins but a powerful representation of the complex dynamics and non-verbal communication found in personal relationships.

The Factory
The Factory

A mere glance, our use of space or a simple gesture can be as freighted with meaning as a love letter.

The Factory
The Factory

With each visit to the factory, I began to reflect on how these mannequins embody something deeply personal to me - the breakdown of a relationship.

The Factory
The Factory

The dissolution of communication,

The Factory
The Factory

the loss of identity,

The Factory
The Factory

over-powering control,

The Factory
The Factory

and claustrophobia

The Factory
The Factory

manifest themselves in the deterioration of a personal relationship.

The Factory
The Factory

This body of work is my reflection on the metaphoric content of my discoveries in the factory.

The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
Doctor's Surgery
Doctor's Surgery

Double Exposure in-camera

Doctor's Surgery
Doctor's Surgery

Double Exposure in-camera

Bound By Wisdom
Bound By Wisdom

Double Exposure in-camera

Teenage Baby
Teenage Baby

My homage to Neil Postman's book 'The Disappearance of Childhood'

Double Exposure in-camera

The Hand That Pushed Me Over
The Hand That Pushed Me Over

Double Exposure in-camera

Lost
Lost

Double Exposure in-camera

Accepted by London Salon of Photography 2017

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The Factory
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The Factory
Doctor's Surgery
Doctor's Surgery
Bound By Wisdom
Teenage Baby
The Hand That Pushed Me Over
Lost
My Adopted Family

A new conceptual project, comprising of three strands. The first strand is a catagorisation of my family where my collection of objects have become an extension of me, literally and metaphorically.

My Adopted Family

I really like working in a series. Perhaps because it can be as big or small as you wish, or possibly that you don’t quite know what direction it may take you in.

My Adopted Family

My home is filled with objects collected over time, they have become my family. So this is how this new project came about - the desire to formalise their existence. Catagorise my adopted family in such a way that included myself. A set of family portraits.

My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
My Adopted Family
The Factory

A panel of 20 images successfully submitted for a Fellowship from the Royal Photographic Society.

The Factory

My portfolio focuses on the complex dynamics and non-verbal communication found in personal relationships.

 

The Factory

On a quiet back street scant yards from the bustle and noise of London life sits a disused factory,

The Factory

As I walked through the factory doors, I entered a world of silence. I am surrounded by hundreds of mannequins, trapped in claustrophobic and overcrowded confinement.

The Factory

As I weave my way through the dark rooms crammed with endless bodies, I feel a tension in the air: many are contorted and dismembered,

The Factory

some are intertwined, gazing at each other some with mute desire, while others silently gesticulate. Many are bruised and scarred. All have been discarded.

The Factory

With each visit to the factory, it seems to me, they are not simply a congregation of discarded mannequins but a powerful representation of the complex dynamics and non-verbal communication found in personal relationships.

The Factory

A mere glance, our use of space or a simple gesture can be as freighted with meaning as a love letter.

The Factory

With each visit to the factory, I began to reflect on how these mannequins embody something deeply personal to me - the breakdown of a relationship.

The Factory

The dissolution of communication,

The Factory

the loss of identity,

The Factory

over-powering control,

The Factory

and claustrophobia

The Factory

manifest themselves in the deterioration of a personal relationship.

The Factory

This body of work is my reflection on the metaphoric content of my discoveries in the factory.

The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
The Factory
Doctor's Surgery

Double Exposure in-camera

Doctor's Surgery

Double Exposure in-camera

Bound By Wisdom

Double Exposure in-camera

Teenage Baby

My homage to Neil Postman's book 'The Disappearance of Childhood'

Double Exposure in-camera

The Hand That Pushed Me Over

Double Exposure in-camera

Lost

Double Exposure in-camera

Accepted by London Salon of Photography 2017

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