
I am a multidisciplinary artist exploring the spaces between matter, memory and myth. My practice is concerned with the aura of time — cycles, ritual, repetition and the traces, real and imagined, that remain.
Working across photography, printmaking, textiles and assemblage, I use processes of layering, fragmentation, erosion, obscuring and repair. My work moves between the material and the intangible, where surfaces become veils and forms slip between recognition and abstraction.
Rooted in the edge-lands of the eroding Suffolk coast, I work from places of flux: margins, thresholds and the shifting boundary between land and sea. Within these liminal spaces, linear time gives way to something more cyclical and suspended, opening a space for other ways of knowing.
Works in progress, finished pieces, materials, tools, and notes from the making process — from first gestures to quiet conclusions.
I’m interested in how work unfolds over time: through repetition, return, and attention. Not everything here is complete. Some things are still becoming.









PRESERVING
Photography threads through my practice as both document and material. I use the camera to notice—light on the land, fragments of domestic life, gestures that might otherwise pass unseen—often returning to these images through collage, print, and reworking.
I manipulate photographic imagery through post-production and print, moving between digital processes and the darkroom, where photograms, filters, and layered interventions allow the image to shift, fragment, and re-form.
Pressed flowers appear as acts of attention and preservation. Gathered slowly and flattened by time, they become both record and relic—markers of season, place, and care—woven into paper works and books as quiet companions to image and text.



I work slowly, returning to the same landscapes, materials, and gestures over time — allowing meaning to surface through repetition, erosion, and care.
The work is led by walking, gathering, photographing, and listening. What emerges is shaped as much by the land as by the act of making itself.








AN.ARTIST'S.HOME
For my darling mother — everything I am began with her.
For what she made, for what she gave, and for what continues through me now.

