My Mother’s House

 

 

My mother had a stroke when she was 84 and still very independent. One Saturday morning, completely out of the blue, a blood vessel in her brain ruptured and her old way of life ended.

I visit her quite a lot, most of my time is spent running errands and spoiling her because she likes the attention and I like to give it. Sometimes we go through old photographs, some days are spent just watching middle class white people kill each other on ITV3. I find that kind of dull.

I started to photograph the house. Force of habit in the beginning but more recently I’ve been using a wide-angle pinhole which is itself a kind of reduced camera. A stroke takes away parts of a person and those parts have to be compensated for in some way or another. These pictures are of the compensations in amongst her old life.