Photography

We’ve all had those moments where time slows down, you feel like you’re moving through quick sand and wonder when you’re going to wake up. These are the trauma inducing moments, all you can do is breathe through them. Only to discover that life has changed on the other side.

Pictured here are the envelopes from the clinic and the charts I used to record unmentionable information about my cycle. No details are revealed here just the key I created for myself, hinting at the ‘RAGE’ I felt during the whole process.

She can watch, hear and speck her own story. There is nowhere for shame to hide.

My partner and I have taken a journey over the past eight years into childlessness. Five of those years we were trying to have children

Once upon a time #2 is part of a series of photographs belonging to a larger body of work responding to my experience of trying

A4 sheets of coloured paper (blue, red, pink, yellow and green) have been cut into 4cm wide strips of paper. The strips of paper have been shuffled together. Each strip has been placed next to the other, within the shuffled order, on the scanning bed of a photocopier. The lid of the photocopier has been left open so that the light from an adjacent window is able to filter through the paper strips altering the colours within the resulting photocopy depending on the time of day. The next sequence of strips is placed on the scanning bed and the process repeats. The series continues.

Untitled (Miss World) comes from a continued interest in how society constructs women for its own consumption. Exhibited The Pretty Show, High St Project, Christchurch, NZ,

With an ongoing interest in how society dictates and defines how women live and how they will look while doing so. I started comparing what