As the symptoms of my disability have progressed in recent years, my usual tactic for distancing myself from disability has necessarily deteriorated. I would always use my father as a metric for what I considered to be “really disabled”, using him as a comparative tool for bolstering my denial about being disabled. I am now drawing more and more parallels with his physical abilities, as the vertebrae in my spine grind and and my joints wear and deteriorate. My work for the MA is the results of years of self reflection and exploration with the photographic form, in order to find a way of expressing the otherwise ineffable psychological impact of slowly becoming disabled. I find it difficult to dialogue about each image individually, and I feel that this is what makes them necessary; if I could put in words all that I put in my pictures then I’d have no use for a camera.