In-Passing began in 2015. At first, it provided a form of therapeutic documentation for a new reality that didn’t feel like my own and has since continued into a visceral account of the chaos and intimacy of the familial space during my children’s formative years.
It is heavily saturated by the unravelling departure of who I once was and the metamorphosis of self that being a mother has required.
With the birth of my first son, and then in quick succession a few months later the death of my mother I began a seemingly inevitable deep dive of interrogation into my childhood and family history and each day carried an interminable new sense of the shape we can make of a life and its fragile proximity to death.
Arranged non-sequentially, this narrative swells back and forth from the more readily observed challenges and transformations of new motherhood and into the enduring role that will define so much of the rest of my own life.
Each image tells of a particular stage in my children's development and our relationship, but when viewed together offers a reflection into the ever-shifting emotional landscapes that exist within the familial universe.