Of the world’s mammals, 4% live in the wild. 60% live in our food factories. Hundreds of millions of pigs are crammed into pens, arranged in numbered systems.

For five years, I have photographed pigs who are free to roam.

A free pig enjoys life – lets warm rays heat its bristles, lowers its body into cool mud, chomps grass with noisy satisfaction.

They think and register.

A mammal like me.

Fragile and curious when young. Wild as a teenager. Tired and busy as a mother.

In life and death, we are the same.