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Increasingly I return to childhood in my actions. I trace the unplanned satisfactions the lonely boy took: the long grass; wading in ditches; unsuspected snickets - distant from the world of grown-ups. Adrift in this liminal space I clung to a sodden cereal packet, inside the objects of boyish doing. Photography takes me back. Moves me forward.
For one brief moment we may not be mad.
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