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’s how flowers sound when they speak. After he was diagnosed as being on the Autism spectrum I realised how many character traits we shared, which placed us both in the privileged position of often interpreting the world as we decide it must be rather than how it presents itself.
Photographing him I am mirroring his quirks and explorations as he grows up in the context of my own sensitivity and imagination, as a mother and a photographer, but also as someone who can highly relate to his experiences. 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.