It is not unusual to come across a photographic project lamenting the loss of a loved one or the absence of a lover. Photography’s inherent, and often overly sanctified relationship to memory and sentiment makes it the perfect medium to explore and explain the all-too-human desire for melancholic reflection: it can detail the work of affection, suffuse a space with the echoes of an argument or invest in deep shadow the remorse of times past. After all, what is Art without the death of Love, and what is Photography without the love of Death?

Coupling materiality with philosophy, but without descending into a dungeon of petrified formalism and desperate pretension Sophy Rickett asks questions of her medium. A natural storyteller, she often employs a poetic juxtaposing of imagery and text, yet if one observation

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