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After my mother passed away in 2012 I moved back into the family home. It was a bittersweet experience for me as the house we once stayed in as a family was filled with so many memories.I would reminisce on being greeted by the smell of my motherís cooking from the kitchen, or slowly creeping into her room at night to turn off the TV after she had fallen asleep. Such details form part of the mundane habits and routines of our loved ones that we rarely take photographs of, yet become the memories that we cherish the most when they are gone.

Taking on the main character in the frame in my motherís absence, I begin to recreate domestic fond memories, exploring ideas on gender expression, memory and loss.Wearing her clothes and personal effects I start to inhabit the spaces I remember her in. Reliving her life I record the moments that were never documented, inviting the viewer and myself to question the authenticity of my recollection, performance and identity.







































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