Jillian Freyer, Four

People clutter the areas like glasses in a sink, interfering personal space. With the instinctual desire to be around other people, the family bond is the closest of human connections. The sense oftogetherness allows for beauty to take hold as moments of mutual affection reveal themselves as ‘often’ moments in the course of our days. Time is very quaint. There is not much to do, like the Sunday to do list, minutes pass without a thought.

These are not moments of procrastination, but moments shared between people forced together, in principle. In fact they are unbreakable in their bond. It relates back to that common saying, 'you can choose your friends but not your family', and never has it been truer in Jillian Freyer's photographic work. Working with these close bonds, she exploits these connections for photographic gain. There are no compromises, just heart felt moments. However these moments do not become soppy. They hold their composure in moments that cross a line between the affected and unaffected moments.

Darting from monotone to Technicolor the series follows the daily routine. As I sit here now, time outside seems to be more pleasant, less hectic unlike the dreaded Monday mornings. I get the same sensation from these photographs. Time is going so slow it could almost stop. Grass, trees and kitchen portraits show us nothing spectacular. They dwell amongst the mundane moments of the day. The brief sighs, the closing of eyes, the time in the night where sisters might braid each others hair whilst the television creates an ambiance known as background noise. Pointless television shows fill hours as they barely catch our attention, but these moments go much deeper than what surface might suggest. They are intense moments amongst loved ones, with miniature scars and chipped teeth they are no longer as quiet as they first appeared. The moments of quiet then become moments of rest. As a Mother stops in her tracks in the domestic space. Athrill is gained in the seemingly ordinary. But we forget that this is life. After our angst as young people, our rebellion, we form as civilized human beings and join the queue of sensible people. It is the next stage. The young have yet to experience the parts of our lives where mistakes are made. No-one leaves beyond the garden fence, as experience gains momentum, the need to escape into the world becomes our priority.

The home environment is a safe haven. When early stages of adulthood call us, we are throwninto an uncomfortable world, devoid of comfort and safety nets. The home becomes a place to recover before we no longer need it. But this adolescence is incredibly beautiful. They are moments of vulnerability, shaky starts and mistakes. They are the formative years.

Their depictions are subtle, carrying more weight than expected. They hold a heavy heart and lead us into a story we never anticipated in the first meeting. They are moments focused on progression and highlight a period of time we will never get back. For time is constantly progressing and we never see evidence of this period. They form us as people from adolescence to adulthood, until life quietens down once more.