The line that begins a journey, a game, play. You encourage me to follow and trace the lines that you have made. I twist and turn on your line. We laugh together. The line that connects me to you. An umbilical line.
Me and my youngest son Naoise (aged six) played a drawing game in a book. He drew babies in the tummy’s of my mummy’s and I drew babies in the tummy’s of his mummy’s.
"Autobiographical writing is juxtaposed with photographs taken at home and during the school run using my smart phone camera. Photographs record the ever shifting, transitory time I share with my family. There are shadow portraits of me and my son playing, of my son sleeping, intimate observations of his body and skin, collaged together with...