THERE // HERE  HERE & THERE explores where, on the continuum of modernity, the current day experience of childhood sits.    Forever young, innocent & hopeful, our children are the incarnation of the post-war modern ideals we once cherished.
       
     
       
     
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  HERE you are.    What is the world you have found out there?    Solid, believable, hopeful? Dreams really do come true.    These afternoons are yours dear child: golden and slow, soon to surrender to the celestial light that quivers above - and wit
       
     
  Eternally innocent, familiar, sacred, the children of    HERE    find their place among the predictable constructs of the modern world.    Their childhood, biology; something that happens simply through the passing of time and the collection of exp
       
     
  Child, who are you over THERE?    Born from my womb, instantly dissolving into the sea of choice that belies our world.    Eyes trained to the horizon, synapses supercharged with endless electrons.    You always believe you can have better, while b
       
     
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 THERE // HERE  HERE & THERE explores where, on the continuum of modernity, the current day experience of childhood sits.    Forever young, innocent & hopeful, our children are the incarnation of the post-war modern ideals we once cherished.
       
     

THERE // HERE

HERE & THERE explores where, on the continuum of modernity, the current day experience of childhood sits.

Forever young, innocent & hopeful, our children are the incarnation of the post-war modern ideals we once cherished. Yet they are also the offspring of postmodern parents, squarely wedged in-between post and meta modern narratives.

Their worlds are globalised, constructed, curated. But they are also uncertain and subjective, increasingly moulded by a post-truth era where the “objective fact” that once scaffolded our shared narrative is disintegrating.

The children in these images were deliberately photographed at their most ordinary, whether it be out on the street or floating in a neighbours pool. They seamlessly move between devices and "child's play", singularly inhabiting the ideals of modernity and post modernity.

       
     
freya on trampoline.jpg
       
     
  HERE you are.    What is the world you have found out there?    Solid, believable, hopeful? Dreams really do come true.    These afternoons are yours dear child: golden and slow, soon to surrender to the celestial light that quivers above - and wit
       
     

HERE you are.

What is the world you have found out there?

Solid, believable, hopeful? Dreams really do come true.

These afternoons are yours dear child: golden and slow, soon to surrender to the celestial light that quivers above - and within - you.

  Eternally innocent, familiar, sacred, the children of    HERE    find their place among the predictable constructs of the modern world.    Their childhood, biology; something that happens simply through the passing of time and the collection of exp
       
     

Eternally innocent, familiar, sacred, the children of HERE find their place among the predictable constructs of the modern world.

Their childhood, biology; something that happens simply through the passing of time and the collection of experience.

Little bodies, growing, learning, believing. Always existing. Firmly before us, eternally apart.

  Child, who are you over THERE?    Born from my womb, instantly dissolving into the sea of choice that belies our world.    Eyes trained to the horizon, synapses supercharged with endless electrons.    You always believe you can have better, while b
       
     

Child, who are you over THERE?

Born from my womb, instantly dissolving into the sea of choice that belies our world.

Eyes trained to the horizon, synapses supercharged with endless electrons.

You always believe you can have better, while believing in nothing at all.

Who will you become, baby girl?

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