This work explores the tension within my Tasmanian childhood nostalgia, and a perpetual  grasping for my sense of self, within this isolation. I have a detachment from my childhood, yet I am reaching to cling onto the remnants that I identify with. The space is constructed and the images are cinematic, while this continual and tantalising reaching has left me exhausted within an ambiguous, enigmatic space. There is a sense of desperation in the search for an attachment to my childhood, leaving me isolated and defeated. Through the fire I yearn for warmth and comfort and a sense of self, yet the fire is destructive and ephemeral, unsustainable and unreachable.