One of the reasons I have an infatuation with photography is that it allows you to preserve and remember whatever is put in front of the lens. Photography now is so often used in place of memory and are able to live on, surpassing the life span of the subject it’s depicting.
Philosopher and critic Roland Barthes said that the photographer is an agent of death, usually without the realisation that by immortalising a moment, it can’t help but remind us of our own ephemerality which is echoed by the Susan Sontag who also believed in photography playing a part in our mortality saying “precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt”.
Over the past 100 years, the western relationship with death has deteriorated while our want to document and reserve has augmented and the way in which we do so has evolved. This body of work that depicts the rawest physical representations of those closest to me and has been made using adhesive plastic and black pigment to create death masks. This method of capturing my subjects not only allows for an intimate moment to be created but also strips away all other characteristics, brining focus to their facial features. Aims to express the want and the need to preservation and commemoration those who I surround myself with.