My initial obsession to document my daughter Appaloosa’s childhood is linked to the lack of imagery made of me in my own. I have no memory of my parents taking  photos of me. When I found one of the few that did exist, it made me feel that I existed too, it validated me. It also made me anxious; I was  wondered why there was so little effort made to record me.

Primarily, my project is a running record of a daughter growing up.

I want to capture her moments of imagination, boredom and feminine providence as they unfold. It’s shot with the intimacy of a single mother, and the urgency of middle age, since my relationship with mortality, the passage of time and the inevitability of loss is more pronounced.

 My daughter is mixed race, and her childhood unfurls in the tight spaces that city living demands. Because childhood reverie is usually expressed as grounded in nature, sun-kissed, barefooted and blonde, I wonder how her confidence, and sense of validation in the world is affected when her narrative is likely to go unseen.

This project is ongoing.

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