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I spent my childhood in England, in a county called Berkshire. In Berkshire there is a town called Bracknell and in that town there is a road called Priory walk. I lived at number five. Growing up in this town, I had no easy access to beaches, bush or reserves. However right next to our house was a creek. This creek became my favorite place where my sister and I spent long hours enjoying our secret garden. Although I am strongly influenced by the memories of this time the subject of my black and white work is of my very different New Zealand garden. I have placed myself as the observer analyzing and scrutinizing my surroundings with great respect for the fine detail. My appreciation of the ordinary enhances my relationship to these surroundings. A connection to the memory that now seems so far away is the act of looking up at the sky. The sky transports me back to those memories. I can gaze at the clouds and think I am back at the creek. The distance between the vastness of the sky and the close up detail of my Waitakere garden is a metaphor for the distance between my New Zealand surroundings and the memories of my secret garden.
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