Photographing herself over a seven-year period, Polly Penrose records her body's physical changes and her own emotional evolution too.
The first time Polly Penrose photographed herself nude, it was in her stepfather’s factory; the second time, it was under a flight of stairs in a mid-renovation house. When her stepmother heard what she had started, she said it was a weird thing to do. “I guess there is an element of weirdness,” Penrose laughs, unabashed.
But that hasn’t stopped her. The thinking behind the project was perfectly logical, she says; after studying graphic design and working as a stylist for years, she decided to teach herself photography, taking herself as a model for ease of access and whatever location she could get her hands on out of sheer necessity.
But she admits there is a compulsive element to the work, and its sheer longevity has lent it another, unbidden theme – time.
Penrose’s hair colour has changed, she has aged and, more dramatically, she has been pregnant, had a baby and become pregnant a second time. The images record these physical changes and more; most interestingly for Penrose, the poses she assumes record her emotional evolution too.
“As well as showing the physical journey of my body over time, they also reveal an emotional one,” she writes.
“Each picture candidly portrays a moment, like marks in the calendar of my life. The tedious despair of temp work in the city laid bare on a boardroom table. A ball of excitement on a yellow chair on my engagement. The red fabric of grief stretched around me as I watched my husband slowly lose his mother. The overwhelming calm, poise and balance nine days before my first child is born, and the almost sacrificial, exhausted pose two months into motherhood.”