Over the course of my studies my mother has become my source of exploration, my muse. As the youngest of five, I was granted the unique pleasure of being raised by an older mother. She had already retired by the time I began my studies in 2019, which gave me the opportunity to draw on her patience and time. Our dynamic quickly escalated into an exploration that pushed our existing boundaries until they were virtually erased. Over the past two years I have pushed my mother to her limits, putting her in situations I know she is not comfortable with. I have worked with her as a model, or simply just as an object, knowing quite well that she will never say no. The only thing that I have not done is portray her. I have never attempted to show her as the person she is. Due to the pandemic, my mother has self-isolated from March 2020. There have been periods of time where we have been able to see each other when the virus has not been as spread in the community, but in between there have been times when she has been completely alone. During those times I provided her with an old point and shoot film camera and I asked her to show me her life. I asked her to focus on the mundane, her everyday, and we would meet outside every few weeks where she would give me the latest batch of film to develop. I wanted her to shoot on film so she couldn’t erase photos or edit herself. I asked for unlimited access. And she showed me herself. Unedited, completely raw and vulnerable. In many ways exactly as I see her.