Proof

Proof
I recognize this face. I see my reflection in the salty air. Memory intact, family strewn, papers shed, lives torn.

The common thread running through the work draws on the tenuous nature of life. Looking at the borders that define and constrain us. The fine lines between ‘just surviving’ and ‘living a life’; the margins of loss; the absence of and longing for someone or something that is missing.
Looking at peripheral, charismatic communities, who struggle in a hostile environment – combining the desire to experience the ‘sublime’ with the inexplicable seduction of the ‘abyss’.

This project is from a series of 25 portraits of refugees taken at European borders and objects discarded in the Calais Jungle.