Wilde Blood

This photographic narrative, a constructed psychological fiction, is as much about my son (on the brink of his adolescence) and our family relationships, as it is a reflection of my own fear of loss and change. For his generation there is less freedom than ever before; more control, combined with an ever retreating wilderness. The growing web of technology keeps their imaginations and discoveries inside the matrix, and away from the wild spaces. If childhood is understood as a sequence of revealed secrets, which form the foundations of the adult, and the building blocks for their understanding of the world around them, then at what cost is our ongoing retreat from the natural order of things?