A FEW PEOPLE THAT MADE ME LAUGH
Through the process of inhabiting and socially constructing spaces, we make them homes; places to be possessed and modified, on which to transcribe our identities. Gaston Bachelard
I was born in London, but I have no family in this country.
My mother and I departed English shores soon after my birth aboard the Marina Del Rey, an ocean liner bound for Cape Town, South Africa.
At the age of 20 I returned to England. I felt that I hadn’t been granted sufficient time to properly acquaint myself with the country of my birth, and needed to make amends.
I had no plans, just a few names and addresses scribbled on bits of paper, along with visions of distant shores and the excitement of travelling someplace new.
A few years passed before I came to realise that my home was no longer in South Africa with Mum. Instead, it appeared to be located here in England, in a village called East Molesey. I had made new friends, and they made me laugh. I thought that was important.
It still is. As a consequence, I continue to find myself living here in this place, amongst these people, and they have been a powerful presence in shaping the particulars of my life.
This project, in many ways, then represents an ontological journey that passes through memory and community on a path towards locating the self.