Flat. Featureless. Unfathomable.
So began the shape of danger which morphed over the years into different, more recognisable forms. My bogeyman became variously a thief, a rogue, a soldier, a natural disaster; a noxious substance and then a malaise of the heart.
‘Family Ties’ was a gift for siblings & parents in South Africa, using a number of old photos from our archives that I had collated and digitised during my first trip last year.
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It’s not been a matter of ticking boxes – been there, done that – but more a time of navigating by intuition and sailing around my heart.
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.
It’s a measure of the greatest sister in the world, that she should get up at 4am on her day off … just for me.
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.