I became intrigued by hair after studying old family photographs for the Family Archive series. My great grandfather's beard seemed to tell a story all of it's own. Hair can be beautiful, seen as dangerously seductive when young and lustrous, a sometimes unwelcome indicator of age as it fades, embody masculinity in a beard, trap the spirit of the dead in Victorian hair art. It can be repugnant when found detached, in a swimming pool or on a dinner plate. As my own hair started to turn grey I became increasingly fascinated and enamoured by hair devoid of the pigment of youth. Apart from photographs of my dead relatives, I used other sources such as Margaret Tait's film portrait of her mother, a contemporary photograph of my mother, and a newspaper photograph of Tolstoy.