Down The Rabbit Hole.

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Down The Rabbit Hole.

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"We live in a culture where we are both "child centered" and “self-obsessed.” The struggle between living in the moment versus escaping to another reality is intense since these two opposites strive to dominate.  ” Julie Blackmon– Domestic Vacations."

Down the Rabbit Hole (2017) 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. 

 Charlouie Cottage, Graddum, Crosserlough, Co. Cavan, A82 W668