New Years, Old times

There is no such thing as a New Year, can I say that? Better is perhaps to define the new year as 'the Next Year'. The term new suggests a break, a seperate being, something which stands distictly divided from other beings or in this case years. But the blood cells which drive the life around my body the morning of the 1st January are those made in the days leading up to a change in numbers from 11 to 12. Projects which  formed in the months of 2011 straddle the numerical divide and in doing so carry with them reflections of the time involved. Each are coloured is some way by yesterday, today and the idea of tomorrow.


The images below are pictures of an ongoing project which in one way directly references these influences. They are but simple moments in time, a reference point. The value of this point is of little worth but the additional interest placed on it with the elapse of time and my purposeful presentation of this moment can perhaps change the mundane into the significant.


ForgetMeNot nr.01 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

ForgetMeNot nr.02 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

ForgetMeNot nr.03 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

ForgetMeNot nr.04 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)