The works of Aaron Ford exude a soft serenity. His liquid, inquisitive, slightly itchy sees a depiction of his human subjects akin to still life, where material chimes with identity and past speaks to present. His compositions reveal and distort; with ripples of concave or convex otherness informed by a personal or national identity. This atmosphere, humming with anticipation, thus reshapes the connotation of both object and subject and the memories they hold.