Time is percieved as linear, it progresses steadily in a single direction. The duration of present cannot be measured, it exists as a constant like a needle point. Past is but a memory and future is a projection based on individual experiences in the past. A sense of time, past and future, evolves from a need to try to come to terms with the constant change in the world. While one can make choices that affect the future, the past is forbidden, closed and quarantined. The traces of past existence, at first vivid and vibrant, slowly fragment and all but disappear, being constantly replaced by the new.

Photography is often used as an attempt to preserve and hold on to time, family, friends and places. In truth it does none of these. It borrows from reality and creates fictions, alternate worlds in which  time seems interrupted, people and objects are forever frozen. Use of a lensless camera and very long exposures attempts to capture and preserve chunks of time in the area surrounding my home.  Though these images cannot truly preserve the present they evoke both memory of the past and images of the future, existing as constant milestones through the flow of time.


Quarantine Area is also the name of a unique handmade book containing images of a particular place in a particular time. They were gathered over the year leading up to my father’s death, a re-exploration of the area surrounding the house where I grew up and part of a cathartic process whereby I attempted to come to terms with what was going to happen. Many of the images are taken on a handmade pinhole camera which captures large segments of time and can be read as an attempt to capture and preserve the time itself rather than just the image of it. My fathers death and the creation of this book brought about a natural end to the project and to a large chapter of my life. The sixty four images, one for each year of his life, have been arranged in a loose narrative and the whole piece is to me representative of a life – there is only one; marks, damage, errors and flaws accumulate along the way and may or may not be successfully repaired.