This was the sight I was met with as I entered the house I grew up in for the first time in months. I was filled with the society-bred self-doubt that starting a photography project that focussed on my working-class family was even relevant. This initial vision confirmed to me not only relevancy, but also urgency.
This photo encapsulates the complex relationship between mother and son. She is often compulsively and manically sunny around him - parental guilt makes it hard for her to acknowledge his darkness.
This photo was taken after Danny came home early in the morning, silent and with swollen eyes.
My Dad is barely literate and quite isolated from the rest of the household - this was an anxious moment for him.
Technology has always been something frightening to my dad who was born in 1951 and has spent most of his life outside in nature or working physically. Getting a smart phone last year has helped him stay connected to his friends, however having to adapt to and navigate a drastically different world is difficult for those society leaves behind.
My oldest half-brother moving back into my family home on weeknights has been a sweet experience in many ways. He and Danny get on well and often stay up joking and vaping into the night.
Wine, lightly salted crisps and Dave comedy channel are the methods she uses to deal with her difficult family relationships and mental stability. Bunny is either incredibly strong or incredibly weak.
This photo highlights the instability of the atmosphere in the house at times. Moments before this photo was taken, they were all erupting in laughter.
Toxic masculinity is a disease that has infected all my brothers to varying degrees, contracted from my father. Here is captured a common testosterone-saturated occurrence.
Despite, struggling with his mental health, severe dyslexia and dysgraphia, low self-esteem and loneliness, my brother finds great refuge between his lovingly adorned bedroom walls. Danny loves music - anything from Ry Cooder’s slide guitar to 90s jungle and hardcore. He is often found with his disco ball on, incense burning and portable speaker booming, dreaming of a future.
Due to the way my mother chooses to cope with her situation, it is very difficult to capture her being genuine and truthful with her face. This was a rare moment that shows the dissatisfaction she must feel, but seldom articulates.
Up until the last 15 years, my Dad was one of the most charismatic, hilarious and wildly creative people I have ever known, with the most outrageous stories, infectious laugh and loosest hips. Since having his last two children, Danny and I, he has been forced to work menial, brain deadening j