WHAT I WANT - Bidborough Pond

My homeland, especially around the neighbourhood where I grew up, has become a series of visual and sensorial memories, drifting in and out of focus as time elapses and distance is kept. When I return to review these recollections, and question how faithful they are, I find I am desperate to record them again and again, exploring my own past presence in the frame. Although apparently nostalgic, I reject the association of 'memento mori'. Instead the making of these images is for me a continual reliving and a romantic revisitation of places I recognize, and may even long for; to assemble disjointed memories in new landscapes. Does memory always supplant reality?