From constant and sudden displacement in place of stability comes my notion of ‘home’. Distorted and blurry, some memories remain, albeit saturated under a guise of fondness and time. Distorted too is the line between objective truth and memory, a fact becomes an anecdote becomes a memory becomes a blur.
A warm balmy dusk, a suburban Perth street, a building site; from this a disconnect of time and space evoking feelings of warmth, domestic structures and childhood.
