Photos from my past, of people, of places, of clouds and countryside, of rivers, trees and woods all carrying the charge of vivid childhood memory metamorphose into coiling shapes, barely recognisable forms, highly coloured or white and black/monochrome. Form is broken and reformed, patchworked, mended but changed, never the same, the past lost and only ever partially regained. The self once broken must be remade as something new.