Sometimes my suitcase would be a carpet bag belonging to a Margaret Rutherford type of eccentric old lady and it would be filled with an endless list of objects; knitting, sweets, notebook, a pair of slippers etc.
I still play this game as I lie in bed waiting for sleep to silence my thoughts.At the moment I am haunted by a designer bag filled with silk pyjamas, a cashmere jumper, Chanel pumps and an expensive watch. I think the character it belongs to is a Libyan woman.
My latest work in progress involves a scene where a character opens a suitcase that belonged to a girl in 1976. My character, Esme, has to try to make sense of the contents in order to understand the owner.
Last week the artist Venice Shone told me about the work of the American photographer Jon Crispin.
In 1995, the
Here is a link to a film about Jon's work. Beautiful, haunting and inspiring