Anyone that knows me and my daughter Jazz will understand why this image means so much to me. My daughter Jazz is the bravest person I know. Her wings represent her mobility, she has beautiful wings, but unfortunately she can't fly, so she feels tethered, bound by the distance she can move.
Makes me sad even looking at this image, such bleak and desperate emotion. As you know my images come from my heart and the week hasn't been a good one, maybe I make my best images when I am filled with sorrow.
The creation. Jazz was sat in the garden, I explained to her what I wanted, I had to be fast because she couldn't hold the pose. The background was a shot from near Appleby, the chained table from Alton Towers, as was the rope. The wings, which I think people find most fascinating are made from two weathered feathers. I'm getting better at making wings, but they are so time consuming. Altogether it took about 20 hours, but about 5 for the wings.