Returning to 31 Beverly Road in the nineties was so emotional, my parents were old and ill. I realised they would soon be gone, how impermanent we all were and that with them the home I grew up in would also disappear. These images attempt to recreate my childhood memories. The places I played in, especially my mother’s closet. Tossing my head around to breath in the perfume lingering on the dresses and feel the silks and fabrics on my face, as I invented stories with dolls and teddy bears.