A DYING LIGHT
Exactly 75 years to the day that Virginia Woolf walked from her studio towards her suicide in the River Ouse, I walked and photographed that same route, trying to capture a sense of what it is to make the choice between life and death, or the light and the dark. The images reflect the emotional complexity of that journey drawing on the symbolism of Woolf's own writing.
Beginning with the view from her writing studio and the gnarled shadows of the leafless trees, through the Sussex countryside, ending at the river itself at the same point at which she entered the water. The final image of the stones is taken from the same section of bank from which I believe she filled her pockets.
Installing them in the dark and forcing the viewer to search out the images with a torch, the experience becomes immersive. The claustrophobia of the darkroom setting and the soundscape of the river combine to heighten the sense of what it feels to be lost to depression – your world of light and life being swallowed hole in sea of darkness.