This is a piece of work which Thea did as a Mother's Day gift for me. It is taken from an old Polaroid of us which I didn't even realise she had and I was so delighted to get it.
I feel a kind of wonder that this once was us - she is a beautiful woman now and I am middle-aged - and that a photograph can bring that into such sharp relief. It is way too obvious to say that we have changed. But seeing this moment frozen in time has the same effect as Proust's madeleine: suddenly I am back in that summer garden and I can feel the texture of the clothes we were wearing, the scent of the grass and the warmth and liveliness of my baby girl. Who said that time travel is impossible?