I've learned to love being at home. It might sound like a very strange thing to declare, but it's not something that I would have said so wholeheartedly a few years ago. Living in London, distractions are abundant and reasons to not be at home come at you all day long. There is always something appealing waiting somewhere else for you. A lot of Londoners seem to only be at home to perform their ablutions, rest when worn out and retire to their beds. Quite a peculiar situation when we pay epic amounts in rent.
After having my son, a vague kind of isolation ensnared me. I felt confined and at the same time detached from the world outside. In the midst of the miasma, I begun to feel grateful for our home like never before. During still moments, I caught myself gazing at the arbitrary items left on my work bench, side or even kitchen table. Curiously these elements of clutter looked so beautiful to me. I would take a few minutes to aimlessly move these items around the surface and take a quick snap on my phone. What an unexpected way to find a beam of satisfaction.
These are a few of my photos taken in such moments. Some where taken with baby in hand. Others whilst holding back tears of pain or frustration. Some accompanied a sigh of resignation at yet another object fell victim to my son's natural curiosity. Some were made magical when sunlight slugged irresistible shadows into our room. All were taken on my iPhone, quickly with little time for faffing. The item's that appear here are not entirely staged. They are bits that were either taken out for a clear purpose only to be abandoned with the cry of my son.
I edit my pictures with VSCOX.