Concerned with the notions of loss and communication I have brought the correspondence of my past to the shores of where England and France once met. The journey and act of photographing demonstrate a ritualistic performance similar to the weekly letters one writes to those living distantly.

Becoming almost like a performance and an obsession I visited Seaford once a week for 8 weeks. With each visit I brought a different letter and photographed it amongst the rocks of Seaford’s coastline. When I was satisfied, I began to stitch the images together.






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