About half way through my fine art course at one of the worlds leading art institutions I found myself slightly lost as to who I was and what was the world I am entering? Feeling like I didn’t quite fit in to the art school socially as well as academically was uncomfortable for me. So on a trip back to my Mums house I found something which interested me. I went into the garage and found two large boxes full to the brim of old photographs that my Mum had collected over years, so full that the both plastic lids for each box could not actually be closed properly. I went through the Photographs and found many of myself as a child but all in costume. The photographs grabbed me and spoke to me. I took them home and decided to paint them. This got me thinking again about my concerns, which became massively eased by the idea that we are all in costume every day. We are all different people, dress and act in accordance to our different social surroundings and situations, thus one day being an Israelite, then next superman and then turning into Draculas character and fitting into a school boy uniform the next day, something we all must conform to at some point. Life is a story and masquerade but it can be any story of masquerade that we desire it to be. I believe we all go through these social changes of masquerade not only in an attempt to fit in but in an attempt to be individual amongst billions.