Childhood home series

In my childhood home, an accumulation of 'stuff' had occurred over the years. You become accustomed to the items in a house that is no longer yours. In my case, toys, keys, and various objects were diligently saved for some undefined later use. My mother, who grew up during WWII, held onto the belief that nothing should be discarded; everything might prove useful at some point. Consequently, our house was brimming with objects that never found a moment of necessity.

The more familiar you become with a place (in this instance, my childhood home), the less inclined you are to truly perceive its contents. It was only when I started photographing the different rooms and spaces that I began to truly see the house and the myriad objects it harbored. While these photographs are unique, they evoke a recognition shared by many who have a childhood home that has remained unchanged for a considerable duration. The geraniums, rakes, children's toys, flowers in the garden, and more possess a timeless quality, a uniformity that symbolizes a phase in life.

Through the meticulous process of creating (time-consuming) gum prints, I aim to pay homage to my childhood home and the unintentional still lifes left behind by my mother.

Childhood home series

In my childhood home 'stuff' had been accumulating for yeard and years.  You are used to all the things in the house which is no longers yours. In my case all the toys, keys and all kind of objects were saved, for later. My mother had been young during WWII and had grown up with the idea that you should not throw away anything. Everything might come in handy at a certain moment. Her house was full of objects that had never found such a moment. The more often you are in a certain place (my childhood home in this case), the less you tend to really see what  there really is. It is only when I started to photograph the different rooms and places that I began to actually see the house and the things it held within. As unique as these pictures are, there is something in them which is being recognised by a lot of people with a childhoodhome which has been the same house for quite a while. The geraniums, the rakes, the childrens toys, the flowers in the garden etc.etc. They all have a sort of timelessness, an uniformity which stand for a phase in life. By recreating these pictures in (time consuming) bichromateprints I try to pay a hommage to my childhoodhome and all the unintentionally still-lifes my mother left there.