Sorrow

Sorrow is an attempt to create a vessel where hidden in its pages my brother continues to exist, written on the paper surface are the indexical marks of his existence, alongside the bare document of his absence.

Sorrow is a story of grief, the story of my grief. My brother died on Remembrance Day in 1993. For so long so many words were left unspoken, swallowed down deep within me. They calcified and grew hard, chalky, like the very earth we walked upon. I stopped speaking about him and that space became as empty as the landscapes I searched.

Sorrow is a vessel where hidden in its pages my brother continues to exist, written on the very surface of the paper are the indexical marks of his existence, alongside the bare document of his absence. Within the soft pages of this book the images explore the boundaries between spaces, as if the distance between realities has a physical limit you could push against and touch, like the film upon the surface of the ocean.

My grief is laid bare beneath my feet, it is washed upon the shore being ground smaller and smaller by time yet never diminishing.

This book is a quest, a story, my journey looking through the thin space searching for evidence of his physical presence in the uncanny and eerie landscapes of Dorset. It is here I continue to search the forgotten spaces, empty and barren, haunted, hoping to find a fleeting glimpse of him in the hills and hollow ways.