This series of work embodies a visual representation of my relationship with the place I grew up in. The Isle of Wight is an often idealistic, romanticised, yet strange and restrictive place; somewhere a lot of people seem to have common misconceptions about.
The idea developed after moving from the island for the first time in 18 years, and after three years away I began to notice I was looking at it in a completely new light. Places that had always seemed so familiar began to feel distant, and in some cases, almost comical. I had started to look at home in the same way I think a lot of people who aren’t from there had always done, with a subtle undercurrent of confusion. It made me start to admire it differently and I knew I had to photograph it from this new perspective.
A theme also prevalent throughout the series is the documentation of how such a seasonal place survives through the Winter months. The island relies heavily on tourism throughout the Summer and for many businesses, like in many other seaside towns, the other six months can often be as turbulent as the sea surrounding them. In one of the photographs is the bottom of the chairlift at the iconic Needles landmark. It was freezing cold, rotting away, and being ferociously struck by the unforgiving waves daily. It looked like it had been left to decay for at least a decade, yet miraculously after a fresh lick of paint it was once again carrying hundreds of people up and down the clifftop three months later.