Gloucester.

Gloucester, England.

Gloucester.

Future house, please?

Gloucester, England.

Untitled.

Kensington Gardens, London.

Untitled.

I love this house.

Barkly Street.

Burnt Out Shell.

Exploring these places are so much fun.

Let's Sleep On It.

Let’s Sleep On It.

“The bed comprehends our whole life; for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it.”

- Guy de Maupassant.

A bed can mean numerous things to someone. Whether it’s a sanctuary to sleep, somewhere to hide, a place for intimacy or the main feature of a room.

In reference to my last body of work, not only the beds but the environments of the people I know and love have been photographed. These beds have been captured in a way that I see them almost every time I am around them.

Present within these images are the surrounding environments the beds are central to. The way in which the room and bed are kept reflects a signature of the owner, as they leave a piece of themselves within their belongings.

This project revolves around the comfort and familiar that is present in peoples living quarters.

[1] De Maupassant, G. 2005, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, p 681, Kessinger Publishing, United States.

I Fell Into a Ring of Fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fire,

I went down, down, down and the flames went higher,
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire,

The ring of fire.

Narrative.

Life takes over, and the everyday gets left behind.

Number 48.