In 2013, my Father Michael Brian Weldon passed away following a long struggle with alcohol addiction. Out of the little remaining material items that we possessed of my Father following his death, it was his archive of photographs that we saved which emotionally captivated me the most. This photographic archive had laid dormant and untouched since my Father had left it within the loft of the family home. This extensive collection of photographic material offered to me, not only physical photographic evidence of my Father’s life and history, but it also represented a reflection of his cognitive processes. Obtaining access to this archive appeared to offer a way into his memory and psyche. Through the visual material of his own creation,...