seaside tea drinker,
city girl at heart,
gin obsessed

In my late teens I lost my beautiful best mate Jess, a few years later, my beloved Gran, passed away.  This served as a life altering moment.

I went looking for photographs of memories of them, not what they looked like, I went searching because I wanted to remember what it felt like to be with them. How it felt when they made me laugh, how it felt to be loved by them. Everything. How. They. Felt. Because I never wanted to forget that. I still don't. 

When I was little, I would sit on Mum's knee watching people interact. As I grew older, I would love nothing more than to sip a coffee and watch people. See how they moved, how they held hands, and how the light would touch their cheek, or highlight the lady's dress. I vividly remember this glamorous lady in a red dress, laughing as the sun fell between her hair and the man she was with was staring at her. I remember getting goose bumps. Everything about the way they looked, felt, like love. 

So I seem to have made my way back to something that was a part of me all along. Becoming a mother, I have the most beautiful person, I never want to forget. But having experienced multiple recurrent miscarriages, I think about the memories, I will never get to photograph. 

So now that's what I do.

Make photographs of how it feels. They serve as my memories. Because, in what feels like a second, those tiny reasons are so much bigger. 

To me the beauty isn't in put together pictures, it's the in-between. I love light and movement. Imagery that makes you feel something. That reminds of something you once felt. My favourite photographs are like that. And I want you to have that. Images that remind you of that day, that moment. How it felt. So you will never forget. 

Katherine.

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