This is the colour of true love, it overflows but it never withers away.
     In 2015, I visited my grandparents in Gujarat, India where they stay in a house that is far too large for them. The home was made in the 1990’s to fill the buzz of a large family, boasting two swimming pools and bedrooms that overlooked the large garden and now empty playground. I decided to make images that documented the barrenness of this home in comparison to the way I remembered it during my childhood. The images reflect an intention to cherish what has changed, what is left and what has become of it now. The project was curated in layers to reflect the overlapping of memories with photographs. The image of the filled blue swimming pool was taken by my father over 10 years ago, showcasing its former glory.

     This is the colour of true love, it overflows but it never withers away.
     In 2015, I visited my grandparents in Gujarat, India where they stay in a house that is far too large for them. The home was made in the 1990’s to fill the buzz of a large family, boasting two swimming pools and bedrooms that overlooked the large garden and now empty playground. I decided to make images that documented the barrenness of this home in comparison to the way I remembered it during my childhood. The images reflect an intention to cherish what has changed, what is left and what has become of it now. The project was curated in layers to reflect the overlapping of memories with photographs. The image of the filled blue swimming pool was taken by my father over 10 years ago, showcasing its former glory.