‘This started with a conversation online with my cousin about our dads’ Uncle Percy who died in WW2 aged 18 when he swapped places with his sister in the air raid shelter. I was so struck by my mental image of Percy – someone whom I’ve never met – that I started thinking about other family and family friends. My mum’s friend who spent 30 years in prison for a murder he didn’t commit; another friend of my mum’s who stayed with us occasionally when he wasn’t an inpatient at the local mental hospital and who later committed suicide. A collection of unconnected memories and stories that have a backdrop of a room – air raid shelter, prison cell, lonely basement – which for me are the landscape of the psyche’ (2009).
I don’t know if I stand by this description now, but it was true for me at the time.
Left to Right: Leila, Neal, Geoff, Gary, Percy