Family archive
I’ve taken up the humongous task of sorting through my family’s photos, displaying them chronologically and finding their associated context. It’s likely to take me a very long time especially as I’m doing this in between my own projects. But I can’t stop thinking about the purpose of what I’m doing. The meaning of the photos, as time passes, is shifting between a link to memory to one of personal history, as many of the people are already gone. I find myself recalling an exhibition I saw at Rencontres d’Arles by Erik Kessels, and his display of found photo albums.
I have a fascination with vernacular photography. It has no intellectual intent, no artifice. It’s just ordinary people trying to fix a memory. Perhaps I will use some of the images in my own work, which is a thought that brews in my mind as I organise the images, which date back to the 1930s. It’s a very large family with branches that spread wide. But right now, it’s all question.