The last child born into the tail end of a bad marriage, pictures of me rarely made it into the family album. I’ve no memory of my parents taking photos of me, but when I found one of the few that did exist, it made me feel that I existed too. Initially I turned my lens on my daughter to capture her moments of imagination, boredom and feminine providence as they unfold. I approach the work with the intimacy of a single mother, and with the urgency of middle-age, since my relationship with the passage of time, and the inevitability of loss is more pronounced.
In the first breath of the series I photographed her exclusively at home where her childhood unfurled in the tight spaces that city living demands. Once she entered the preteen years, and began to be more self aware, her relationship to being photographed changed. She began to challenge the lens more, and the inclusion of friendships arrived in the frame.
Although primarily a running record of my daughter growing up it soon became clear that her biracial identity played a part in the series. Childhood reverie is still expressed as grounded in nature, sun kissed, barefooted and blonde. I aim to make sure that like me, she isn't absent from the family album, but also to insist that her narrative as a mixed race child does not go unseen.
This project is ongoing.