I like the most ordinary places and what I see day to day. I have a fascination with the suburban home, the neatly cut grass, and the perfectly polished car on the driveway. This may have developed through my own upbringing or it may come from the dream of living in a place like that, could I ever get there? I can imagine myself living inside, wondering if the people that are, are as happy as I imagine them to be.
My sometimes optimistic blue skys and reminiscing images of old caravans are a reminder of the past, bringing myself back to times and places which represent my childhood. A snap shot of when that constant thought of the future was never important and instead you just lived for that particular day.
I understand that sometimes the lack of human presence can result in an eerie emptiness or loneliness within my work, but then in contrast I like to provide evidence of human nesting, this could be as simple as the curtains being freshly open, a tv aerial, or a scribble of graffiti on the wall.