This morning, whilst lying in bed and hoping for some inspiration to find me, I stumbled across this series by photographer Chino Otsuka. The series is called ‘Imagine Meeting Me’. She takes images of herself as a child/adolescent, and inserts herself into the photo as an adult. The results are fascinating.
So much of my writing is obsessed with childhood and memory; a friend once told me that my short stories had an ‘almost paedophilic obsession with [my] own childhood’, so naturally, I was delighted to discover these images. I encourage you to take a look through the rest. They’re touching, and very intimate.
I haven’t written any small stones since last week, but as I began to think about photos of me as a child, and wonder which ones I might meet myself in, I ended up writing this:
Imagine Meeting Me
on the rutted muddy paths of Bucknell Wood;
a sprouting weed in wellie boots
and scarlet duffel coat, imagining ghosts
in the dark avenues.
and hunt for bluebells.
I find me,
bright red in the bracken.