Five years ago I was given our German family albums. They show my grandmother and grandfather, my mother, my aunt, my uncle at work, rest and play. They start  in 1920s  Germany. 

They are typical family album pictures; the family in their home, on the beach, out walking, at the zoo. Mixed in with them are my grandfather's pictures of electrical plants. He worked for Siemens installing power generating plants.

They are beautiful pictures. But behind the veneer of happiness, there are terrible stories, stories of unhappy marriages, secret love, shame, suicide and despair. It's an album of tragedy.

Then you get to the 1930s and the rise of Nazism. This is shown in the album. It has not been edited out. There are swastikas, Nazi salutes and Hitler youth uniforms, all part of a terrible everyday life in 1930s Germany. That changes everything.

The question for me is how do I tell a visual story when the story is disguised by competing versions of family legend, visual history, history, being on the wrong side, false memory, revisionism,  and it's all wrapped up in the language of an album. 

I don't know the answer to this yet. This is a work in progress.