ROAD TRIP #1 2024

I grew up in a military family - we moved a lot. Then we travelled Australia in a caravan as a family during the late 70s. I did my schooling by mail. I remember this time in my life as being one of complete alignment with life. This constant movement from place to place felt like “home” to me. To this day I struggle with, and explore photographically, the idea of “home” because I don’t really know what that means to me, or for me. A constant internal war rages within my psyche between the eternal Nomad and the determined Settler. Just when I think I have arrived at The Place I will call home, I am usually torn asunder by whatever the next drama is to create upheaval from said place. I am always at peace though, deep within my soul, when travelling by road somewhere. Perhaps “nowhere specific” and “a bit of everywhere” is my natural residence?