As I began to work through the concept and subject matter of Assignment 2 I had thought of doing something in connection with the unseen nature of faith. The impetus for this was my memory of a passage from the New Testament.
I planned to use churches as tangible evidence of faith and the persistence of religious belief. I wrote that “[…] few signs of faith are more publicly apparent than the sustained investment of time, energy and money in places of worship.” I still think this is the case and it may be an idea that I return to, but I quickly found myself going down a familiar path of photographing buildings… at night.

Although I was pleased enough with the initial images I made, I do not want to produce something close to work I did for EYV. In the image above I’ve got warm light streaming from the church’s windows into a sky of blue and I could have developed this theme/concept across a range of local churches. But I’ve already got that t-shirt.
So, I’ve turned my attention to some of the other “unseen” items that I listed as I was doing my initial thinking for A2. And it occurred to me that it might be interesting to develop a theme that has taken up space in my mind for the last couple of years: the largely-unknown (to me) English branch of my family. Most of my immediate relatives on my father’s side are dead, and there were not many to begin with. I have spent hours following up leads on Ancestry.com and, more recently, in the London Metropolitan Archives.
Apart from genetic traces, however, my father’s line of the family falls into the “unseen” category: dead, in the past, missing people, broken relationships and, inevitably, secrets. I still hold to what I wrote earlier: ” it seems to me that ‘photographing the unseen’ is usually going to involve some kind of proxy for the thing that is absent.” The proxy in this case is the limited number of items I have that used to belong to my English grandparents.
These items are not treasured keepsakes or heirlooms, but are everyday items that hold a curiosity for me. I don’t think that I have a lot invested in them emotionally, but they are pointers to some aspect of my origins. In that sense, I could look at them as artefacts with a certain, perhaps scientific, detachment. Individually they point to something about their owners’ interests and activities, but how might they be interpreted if they were displayed as a museum collection? What might some future archaeologist make of them? What narratives might the samples suggest, if they were all that a researcher had to reconstruct the lives of the people who owned them? I’d like to ponder that.





