Down the Rabbit Hole is a biographical work presenting an experience of home and motherhood under a veil of post-natal depression.
I became curious as to how we all, in our family, experienced the same home differently. I wondered how spaces that interrupted me so negatively, opened a world of wonder for our children, they all achieved a contentment I could not. In my moments of grey they could see colour.
Initially I photographed all three, but over the course of a few weeks I was compelled more so, to photograph our daughter. She was the youngest at three, and seemed to experience a contentment in the dark places I was weary in, even more so than her two brothers.
I could have mourned the demise of my imagination and youth, but instead I became enveloped by the enquiry, which inadvertently helped my depression. She sometimes led her brothers with her to wherever she was going, and on occasion I could find myself there too.