April 2020 Jess's bedroom is no more. Well, it will always be her room, there are reminders throughout, but the main aspect of a bedroom, the bed, is no more. She seems okay with it though as I've taken over her brother's bedroom too...... How do I see this room? It's still Jess's room, a familiar space now populated with both material and immaterial traces of most of her life. The floor has the patina of use, desire paths clearly visible now the room is bare. But new paths are being created as I begin to feel my way around the space. The walls are now in a constant state of flux, ever changing as I continue navigating a new way of working. I realise I am lucky here, I have room to do this at home, others don't have this luxury. I still miss the darkroom at Grays. I would sometimes just be there with no real purpose in mind, the act of making in there was enough. Having no access however has maybe been a good thing for me, it has made me consider new ways of working, which in turn has offered new directions which may not have been considered pre-lockdown.
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