Colours of Childhood

Make your mark on the past. Having lost my dad aged 5 & several other people close to me throughout childhood, people expect my childhood to have been sad or dark. But in fact it was packed with colour, all the colours from the happiest yellow to the darkest blue of grief. Happy memories combined with the saddest, they are all relevant. To connect to my dad I love to make my mark on his photography. Taking the time to sit with the moments he captured, and really look at them. Creativity enables me to engage with and release feelings. I’ll sit with the images for a while and without overthinking add colours, patterns & shapes. Combining what my dad saw with my own present moment, bliss.

Prompt by: Meg Bullock