I took one disastrous photo of my father at night outdoors. It was blurred, red and too busy. T has photoshopped it and turned it into a stunning abstract.
I wanted to take a series of pictures of what I felt about my parents' house, to get it out of my system and somehow get closer to finding what I love there. I didn't have the opportunity though, because I got into a rather nasty conversation with my mother. Home truths I had not asked for were sent my way and I headed home as fast as I could.
So now what????