Gone Fishing, See You Next Week
I don't know whether there are an infinite number of reasons why people leave home or whether they are all just many different versions of the same thing. Whatever the impulse or circumstance might be that propels us to travel in one way or another it is inevitably linked to our notion of home, and what home should be. There always seems, at least to me, to be this undulating degree of tension between the place we have set out from and the place we arrive at; always this balance between expectation and doubt, the unknown and the familiar, the memory and the moment.
The people and places captured in these images form a record of a particularly itinerant period in my life. Made in a number of different towns, cities and countries, the images that now congregate here suggest a narrative where disparate experiences and observations are unified by a persisting sentiment.
I don't know whether there are an infinite number of reasons why people leave home or whether they are all just many different versions of the same thing. Whatever the impulse or circumstance might be that propels us to travel in one way or another it is inevitably linked to our notion of home, and what home should be. There always seems, at least to me, to be this undulating degree of tension between the place we have set out from and the place we arrive at; always this balance between expectation and doubt, the unknown and the familiar, the memory and the moment.
The people and places captured in these images form a record of a particularly itinerant period in my life. Made in a number of different towns, cities and countries, the images that now congregate here suggest a narrative where disparate experiences and observations are unified by a persisting sentiment.