Daisy Tosh

The minutiae of public histories are strewn through-out garages and wardrobes. I obsess over and collect these histories. Postcards are historical sources shoved between family photos. Each town painted as a paradise and each landmark advertised like a wonder. They stand as an organic archive of urbanisation and the development of rural areas. They are collected and sent by individuals to document their own travels, their own history. They reveal private correspondences and undecipherable moments that join the empty spaces of the past that history attempts to fill in. My interest in historiography and constructing history has drawn me to collect and archive objects that reflect these flux points between public history, academic history and private history. These glimpses melt into a sheen and the grandiose and chaotic realm of the past becomes understandable to me through these objects