In the works below there is a sentimentality in the images at least from me personally, it may not come through but I remember places for some emotional relevance. From a period of loneliness, misunderstanding and aversion. The picture with the walking tunnel was where my father told me that he was going to divorce my mother. I was seven and remember the event vividly, I pictured my father in prison and felt the world shift. My father was a polarising character, from psychosis to a short period of normalcy and fatherly affection to distance and trauma. Other images are graffiti haunts where I felt the real world ended and another darker world existed populated by concrete and loneliness.

Authority and control through the molded concrete, through paths set in concrete, they beckoned me as a young graffiti writer. The pain never really subsided, for me graffiti was an emotional roller coaster where my nerves were on edge. I was an actor in my own film a story that was never to be told like so many others. From trauma to abuse to paranoia the fear of humiliation and delinquency. All I can do is pretend, pretend that I can do what is expected of me, instead the night beckons me, I want to run down the dark paths and destroy the expectation of a clean wall of a perfect well balanced world. Cloaked in hood the crazed hoodlum, addicted to adrenalin, fearing exposure spend your life in hiding. I read the play “Baal” and could relate to this character, his own worst enemy, decadent scheming what a great read. I don’t think we really recover we find ways to cope, I am not affected by my past it could have been worse. But it is a point of departure for my work and probably always will be, it is just a comment on a part of the world around us thus the photos, they don’t take on an overarching emotional trajectory but I feel like I can relate to delinquency and I hope a bit of that comes through.