ROOTS



My dad is the man in the blue shirt drinking a pint of lager. This was the first time I had seen him in many years. I was angry at what he did to my mum and was interested to see the reason he did it. These are the images that followed the night I turned at his pub door to remind him of who i was. What followed was a night in his flat above the pub, telling him about things I wanted to do with my life to remind him that I wanted it to be nothing like his.

These images feature the man who brought me into the world and the things that took him out of mine.