I’m fascinated by things that are broken. Or, almost broken and haphazardly scraped back together. Rust, metal, shattered glass: throwing me back into my father’s workshop where the initial thoughts for this project occurred. Processes, labour and cycles serves as catalysts for the making of the photographs. I spent time with my father, ritualistically tagging along on various work based outings. Although photographs were rarely made, the act of driving made me feel like I was working. Occasionally we’d stumble across scenes worth documenting. The broken gear lying hopefully in the hands of a mechanic, to be restored and continue in its purpose until damaged beyond repair then sold as scrap, melted down and repurposed. Or the taped together side mirror of a truck in the centre of town. In its pieced together state, it symbolizes Grahamstown/Makhanda: rusting, falling apart but somehow struggling on doggedly. Finally, this shattered windscreen. The glass, paint, metal and rubber speak of the process of vehicle manufacture and subsequent waste. The beads hanging outside may have belonged to the driver or a passenger. A cherished possession while alive discarded by death, left in remembrance.