I’ve long had an affinity for Polaroid photographs and have been shooting in this format for a number of years. There is something about their dreamlike quality that I find both aesthetically appealing and resonant with the quality of memory, imperfect and dreamlike itself; evocative whispers of a time past. Something too about how temperamental they are and the substantial degree of relinquishment of control they require because of that, often coming out blurry, blemished, framed differently than I intended, over or underexposed, asking me to rest in the beauty of chance, transience and imperfection.
