Each image is made from two found 35mm film slides. I remove the slides from the mounts and trawl my slide collection for two images that reveal new narratives. If a pair have a kind of rhyme to them, I remount them and I project them onto a screen and look at them in detail. When this close inspection would show that there is no ‘story’, I would start again.
I work in this manner until I successfully create a composite which offers a new narrative, one that visually provokes a scene or place that feels familiar and yet is impossible. It can take a long time before I make one that reveals an ‘other’. The two slides – witnesses of their own unique time and place – make a new single image with a tilted nostalgia. You see a photo where time and place feel adrift.
Sometimes these images have an unrealistic beauty of places we can never experience, others have a silent melancholy. And in many, there is a sense of loss and entropy, even an anxiety. Perhaps it’s a distrust of their ambiguous ‘truth’.
The 35mm slides belong to found family archives at car boot sales. Many are given, some I buy online or save from bins. Increasingly find them on my doorstep. I have become known as the ‘Slide Woman’ with people sending me slides from as far as Los Angeles.
I get lost in other people’s bygone adventures and pasts and revive them as impossible places and suspicious times.
Each image is made from two found 35mm film slides. I remove the slides from the mounts and trawl my slide collection for two images that reveal new narratives. If a pair have a kind of rhyme to them, I remount them and I project them onto a screen and look at them in detail. When this close inspection would show that there is no ‘story’, I would start again.
I work in this manner until I successfully create a composite which offers a new narrative, one that visually provokes a scene or place that feels familiar and yet is impossible. It can take a long time before I make one that reveals an ‘other’. The two slides – witnesses of their own unique time and place – make a new single image with a tilted nostalgia. You see a photo where time and place feel adrift.
Sometimes these images have an unrealistic beauty of places we can never experience, others have a silent melancholy. And in many, there is a sense of loss and entropy, even an anxiety. Perhaps it’s a distrust of their ambiguous ‘truth’.
The 35mm slides belong to found family archives at car boot sales. Many are given, some I buy online or save from bins. Increasingly find them on my doorstep. I have become known as the ‘Slide Woman’ with people sending me slides from as far as Los Angeles.
I get lost in other people’s bygone adventures and pasts and revive them as impossible places and suspicious times.
Each image is made from two found 35mm film slides. I remove the slides from the mounts and trawl my slide collection for two images that reveal new narratives. If a pair have a kind of rhyme to them, I remount them and I project them onto a screen and look at them in detail. When this close inspection would show that there is no ‘story’, I would start again.
I work in this manner until I successfully create a composite which offers a new narrative, one that visually provokes a scene or place that feels familiar and yet is impossible. It can take a long time before I make one that reveals an ‘other’. The two slides – witnesses of their own unique time and place – make a new single image with a tilted nostalgia. You see a photo where time and place feel adrift.
Sometimes these images have an unrealistic beauty of places we can never experience, others have a silent melancholy. And in many, there is a sense of loss and entropy, even an anxiety. Perhaps it’s a distrust of their ambiguous ‘truth’.
The 35mm slides belong to found family archives at car boot sales. Many are given, some I buy online or save from bins. Increasingly find them on my doorstep. I have become known as the ‘Slide Woman’ with people sending me slides from as far as Los Angeles.
I get lost in other people’s bygone adventures and pasts and revive them as impossible places and suspicious times.