This series of photographs is concerned with the representation of the domestic sphere of suburbia, familial relationships and domestic tragedy. The photographs depict my family and my childhood home – a 60s ranch-style house in a formerly white middle-class suburb in Cape Town, South Africa – prior to and after the death of my mother. While my process was initially driven by a motivation to come to terms with this particular loss, my work serves as a reflection on the banality of everyday life in suburbia, with its challenges yet its beauty. During apartheid, the suburban model was no doubt the perfect vehicle for the entrenchment of racial segregation. This was the suburban space I, along with the large majority of white South Africans, grew up in. Here, there was often little understanding of what was actually happening in the rest of the country. To this day the leafy suburbs of South Africa serve to maintain an illusion. My suburban home offers comfort and security, it holds my formative memories: here I belong. On the other hand, it represents a place of conformity and repression, where in order to fit in, individuality is stunted: a place I frequently struggle to belong to.