I dreamt of afternoons in the forest.
I dreamt of afternoons in the forest. is a series of a portrait of a tree, documenting its existence over the course of a year. I first discovered her during the harsh winter of 2017 in Plymouth whilst walking through a local cemetery and have returned to visit many times. Following my absences, I arrive to find an assortment of inanimate objects appearing and disappearing around her. The tree is a female; a friend and a confidante. There are 24 images in total.
'One of the basic human requirements is the need to dwell, and one of the central human acts is the act of inhabiting, of connecting ourselves, however temporarily, with a place on the planet which belongs to us and to which we belong' writes Charles Moore in the foreword to In Praise of Shadows by Junichirō Tanizaki. Human stories and the feelings associated with belonging and home are at the heart of my practice. A desire to be at home, to belong, to find my place in a divided society, and the chaotic and unravelling world we live in motivates most of my work.
I talk to my tree. I tell her my life, my thoughts, my troubles, my passions and the enduring love for my daughters. She listens. I sense she hears me as she stands there silent and peaceful, occasionally a gentle breeze will rustle her tender branches, surviving, almost flourishing, despite her displacement, unfamiliar environment and circumstances. Although I think I understand her, there is something more, something deeper and something much more intangible to her I cannot grasp nor understand. Maybe she is me, I am she or perhaps she is a divine being. Yet I feel strangely comforted, at peace here in her presence and connected to this little secluded corner in the graveyard.