“During my first psychiatric hospitalisation I slept on the bathroom floor of my room, the blankets pulled over my head and the shower running as if to block out the reality of the situation. A nurse constantly popped their head in asking “what are you doing in there?” I felt like I was vanishing.

Months after my discharge from hospital, and for the subsequent 19 years, I have photographed myself in steamy bathroom mirrors, always in states of dissolution. My body is there, but hidden, as if I can’t confront or be seen by myself. At times I’m almost invisible, morphing into an ambiguous shadow. In other images I’m coming forward, revealing myself, a witness to my own presence.”