I have chosen the floral dress as my vehicle for a nostalgic journey into my childhood during the 1960s. To remember a time when my dad was a painter and decorator, my mum was the manageress of a fabric shop, and I was surrounded by pattern.
Family photographs support my memory of those happy times and the negatives have long since been forgotten.
I have looked closely at the things that have made me who I am. I am no longer that child in my family photos, because the child I was then is no longer available for comment. I don’t look the same, I don’t think the same, but I can enjoy the same things.
Whether it is the moment itself or the experience we gain, I believe that nostalgia is only possible if the emotions we have now are satisfying or something positive is made from the experience. The past cannot be changed but the way we choose to remember it ultimately makes us who we are today.
