It struck me about four years ago how ruthless I had been in discarding all of my childhood toys. Through my late teens I had virtually decimated all evidence of my childhood playthings that had brought me so much enjoyment. To me that period of my life had past and I needed no physical reminder, I viewed the toys as mere objects with no inherent emotional value. So about four years ago I scoured Ebay and found replicas of a few of my toys in an attempt to reconnect with them. I decided to place them in the attic and photograph them to preserve an echo of what may have been.
The project itself was an exercise of sorts, to investigate an emotional attachment with objects and to record them. I find it interesting, that recently after watching ‘Toy Story 3’ the commonalities are quite similar, in that the characters intended environment was the attic. Do we, who are fortunate enough to have such wondrous toys take these possessions for granted and then without a thought shed them as quickly.