THIRD PLACE WINNER - Architecture: Interior (AMATEUR)
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It had been a long time since I had stayed overnight at my father’s house and as we waited for the ambulance to arrive the early morning light filtered through the rooms. It was so unexpected and beautiful that for a moment I felt hopeful. I took a photograph before we left.
My father was in hospital for seven weeks and occasionally I needed to visit the house. The decoration and furnishings were still as my mother had chosen them – on a bright summer’s day the rooms would blaze with pink and orange. It was comforting to be there, to feel close to both of them. Every time I visited I would walk through the rooms with my camera. I didn't want to photograph personal objects, only the home itself, its space and light. It was a way to cope with my father being ill.
Now, in early December, much of the house looks the same as when my father was there but the winter light is weaker and colder and enters the rooms differently; the colours are subdued. I have come to pack boxes, to quantify the meaning of the objects around me when everything has emotion. The light passes through the house and I watch it. Sometimes I take photographs.
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It had been a long time since I had stayed overnight at my father’s house and as we waited for the ambulance to arrive the early morning light filtered through the rooms. It was so unexpected and beautiful that for a moment I felt hopeful. I took a photograph before we left.
My father was in hospital for seven weeks and occasionally I needed to visit the house. The decoration and furnishings were still as my mother had chosen them – on a bright summer’s day the rooms would blaze with pink and orange. It was comforting to be there, to feel close to both of them. Every time I visited I would walk through the rooms with my camera. I didn't want to photograph personal objects, only the home itself, its space and light. It was a way to cope with my father being ill.
Now, in early December, much of the house looks the same as when my father was there but the winter light is weaker and colder and enters the rooms differently; the colours are subdued. I have come to pack boxes, to quantify the meaning of the objects around me when everything has emotion. The light passes through the house and I watch it. Sometimes I take photographs.
About author:
Mandy Williams is a London-based artist working with photography and video. She is interested in new approaches to landscape photography and the psychology of place. In her recent work she has documented environmental issues (Riverbed Stories) and created semi-fictional landscapes using Google Street View (Unseen landscapes). She regularly exhibits her work and has been recently published in #Photography, KALTBLUT Magazine, Another Place Magazine and Plateform Magazine.BACK TO GALLERY