by Susanna Suovalkama
For me, beds have always been transitory, impermanent commodities. By the time I was thirteen, I had been made to move house around a dozen times. Considering all the preceding sleepovers and family visits, the subsequent summer camps, house parties, festivals, changes of residence, travelling – and my shamelessly promiscuous twenties- I tentatively estimate the bed tally in the region of three hundred or so. A vast majority of them and their stories have faded but by recording them now, I am finally able attach life’s little sticky notes along the way, turn to look back and not forget. By photographing the beds I make them mine, however fleeting the time slept in them may have been.
Excerpt from a printed ‘My Way’ feature on the theme of CLOSER, Spring 2013