Often when I isolate characters they can come across in a lonely way. I don’t think there is a sense of this here but she is sharing a moment with someone swimming, you just can’t see the character she is sharing a moment with.
After looking at this photograph afterwards, I realised it reminded me of my mum when I was younger. Whenever my sister and I would go to the leisure centre she would always refuse to swim. We always assumed this was because she didn’t want to get her hair wet.
Some people naturally like to be directed when in front of a camera. While I intended this to be a natural shoot, there were elements of the posed in it. For this shot I just asked Tiberius to put his hands over his face, and this was what he did.
She tells me that she has this thing where even after she has let go of an object she can still feel it on her fingertips as if it were still pressed within her palms,
she tells me that it’s not very common asks if I know what she’s talking about and if it happens to me. ‘Can you roll your tongue,’ I ask her 'because damn, I can’t even roll my tongue so what hope do I have in being uncommon?’
She looks at me and rolls her tongue. 'I can lick my nose,’ I tell her trying to compete, 'but who wants to in a British summer when all you get is colds?’
That night we held each other close our hands hovering over the ravines of each others spine a place we had never ventured before, all I could think about was that the moment she left, for me she was gone but for her, even if it was just on her skin, I had made an impression.