Whilst thinking about memory and nostalgia in my current practise I thought I would revisit a box of polaroids I made 14 years ago when I started to explore the idea of memory within photography and how the two are connected. Its interesting to see what I saw then and how I see things differently now.
Looking at the relationship between the photographs I made then and now, I've noticed that there has been a trace of nostalgia, memory and personal archive throughout all my work which is something I hadn't thought had been an interest for some long. Some of the images particularly resonate with my Positions and Practise WIP portfolio where I revisited my grandparents home. What is it that always draws me back to their home?