The boy who speaks like flowers
My son was a late talker and by the time he could speak he used to make a squeaky noise and tell me that is the sound flowers make when they speak. The fact that he has been diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum with Asperger’s Syndrome – and perhaps myself as well albeit undiagnosed – has placed us both in the privileged position of often interpreting the world as we decide it must be rather than how it presents itself.
In photographing him I am mirroring his quirks and explorations as he grows up, in the context of my own sensitivity and imagination. He performs and I interpret, like two characters in the same story, responding to environments and sensory experiences as we journey together in our intertwined roles.