I wanted to produce an image of the archetypal mother, connected to her children in the most intimate and direct way, through her strands of hair. Her hair is like hundreds of umbilical chords, she cares and is connected in not one way but hundreds or thousands of ways. Like hair, these connections can get tangled and complex. These mothers, if we are lucky, surround us.
My mother is abroad in Denmark, she mourns that she cannot see us and I long to travel to see her in the beautiful seaside town of Tisvildeleje where she goes every summer, including this one. I used to go there every summer as a child. The road ended by the sea and I used to think as a child that Tisvildeleje was literally the end of the world, the end point, the final stop, but in a beautiful and fulfilled way. That place is my mother and my mother is that place, a physical womb and an Eden that I cannot go to for the first time in twenty-five years.
My wife has two of her children near and one abroad. She does everything for them every moment of every day. Her emotions are played on the strands of their wellbeing like a finely tuned violin. Every day I feel that there are these taut strands of connection, the constant backdrop to our every thought and feeling.
