Submission

The photographs of Sherborne House were taken in the empty school where my mother had attended and my father later taught. Following in the footsteps of my parents was an uncanny experience particularly given their later separation. Slower thoughts and longer looks were processed whilst going through the meticulous setup of the plate camera as though one were getting ready for a family portrait. Whilst the Polaroid, with its garish flash, reacted like a nervous twitch coupling small details left behind with each other. I was floating through this uninhabited space once so full of noise looking for some trace of what had previously been there. Perhaps I was searching for something I already knew, or maybe looking for something I would never find.