I think that the process of naming the photographs is about rediscovering them.

This picture reminded me of those white marble sculptures in gardens. There is a special stillness in it. And now that I’m working in a marble/stone studio I feel all my roads lead to marble.

Slowly appearing, taking shape. In the same way that a marble sculpture is carved from a stone block. I felt my sister was carved from the air. The weight vs the air.