This photograph was taken in 1988 while I was on a youth training scheme in Bradford. Responding to the poem by Wordsworth titled, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I presented this still life scene as being in motion, transforming isolation into collective movement. As a working-class queer person growing up in Bradford under Section 28, I related to this sense of loneliness within the poem.

On recently scanning the original colour film negative I saw how it had changed over time, it now holds a new beauty and has taken on additional meaning. The scratches and markings appear to me like scars telling of time, trauma and a history of repression of LGBTQIA+ people. 

Daffodils used to be used as a slur against queer people, and I see this image as a celebration of queers dancing - taking that word and reclaiming it in a positive way. The Dancing Daffodils.