Being a photographer when still in the world of analogue, I spent hours in the darkroom leaving me with lots of test prints and snapshots from parties and gatherings with friends. Many years ago I visited a gallery in SOHO, New York featuring a photographer who had created these intense, colourful diaries, filled with photos and bits and pieces. I think he had perished so it was very poignant and I was enthralled. Years later my own diaries started to take shape creating a texture of a day, of a month and my life. A laundry list of the detritus of life displaying memories of lovers & friends and parties an events we shared. The pages are layered with photographs, magazines (appropriating the typography) makeup, nail polish, lipsticks, eye powder, ink, paints, and whatever is lying around on the table.