Suddenly, something that looked like a dandelion head floated into view, and I stood mesmerised as it hovered before me. When I peered inside I realised that I could see a tiny winged creature within. I turned to my mother who was behind me and said, “Look at that!” but all she could see was a dandelion head.
This is a challenging phase of my life as I face issues about getting older, the question of whether I am settling for less than I want, and the sense of having less freedom as the range of my options becomes increasingly narrow. Moving on would require breaking away from the things and relationships that have anchored me these last few years, and that is not an easy thing to face.
I deliberately used traditional techniques of photography—such as still life, framing and tinting—to show the respect I have for photography. It’s something that I cannot and will not let go of, and perhaps I am holding on to that more than ever as everything else changes around me.
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