A photo of me as a child made me start to think about the memories I had lost and put aside. The old photo shows me sitting in a box previously filled with apples: 'I' am unfamiliar,  detached, not feeling that the photograph belongs to me. But it really occurred. It is a part of me. The former memories are like a pile of architectural ruins, difficult to reconstruct and repair. So I consciously try to recover and recreate elements from the old photos, bringing the past back. I replaced myself with many apples. The apples became objects that replaced my memories and feelings, and the box became me: a vehicle to carry them. Over time the apples rot and dry out, just as the memories are compressed and fade over time, and their original space is occupied by afresh.

In order to retrieve the memories in the old photo, I reinterpret the past from my own perspective and archive the act in new photographs. New photographs establish a link between me today and the ‘me’ in the box. Through developing a series of childhood photographs I am documenting the reappearance of memories.

I began by working with photos from the past which are now only available as digital files that are then reshot on the mobile phone. By redeveloping them, from digital to analogue I have also been exploring a process to redevelop memories too.  I find that I am both the maker of the photograph and a part of it. Contrary to my initial intentions with the work I found myself not just looking for traces of myself in the photographs, but also establishing a two-way connection with them.

Photography becomes a way of looking back. The plastic covering the photo is captured by the phone giving the photo a new trace, and the process of re-developing the photo gives it new meaning. When I shared the new photos with my family, my mum told me stories behind the photos that I didn't know, and my grandmother re-discovered photos from the past to show me memories that had been brought back to her in the process too.  The process revealed to me that these photographs are not fixed, they are evolving, continuous and constantly being remade.  Perhaps so too are the memories they hold.