13th April 1996 – I was born with one of my tiny fists clenched around a mysterious object. The doctors and nurses huddled around me and prised my little sausage fingers apart. It was a fully formed, high quality, 7B sketching pencil.
For some reason I wouldn’t let them take it. It was mine.
I started drawing in school, and picked up watercolours later on. That’s how I got into painting. A lot of the work I create now is with ink, (due to my failings with oils) and I’m constantly looking for ways to push my material to do something new, maybe something that it’s not supposed to do.
Ultimately it’s a curiosity that drives me; a curiosity with what ink and paint and other materials can do, and a curiosity with how I can transform the photos I take into something of magic, intrigue, and strangeness.
I’ve just graduated from Loughborough University, and I am now based in Croydon, UK. Embarking on another leg of the journey makes me look back to the first step: The time I was disqualified from my primary school’s christmas pudding design competition upon suspicions of tracing my design off an existing one. It was all me, baby. That put the wheels in motion.
Please feel free to contact me if you would like to know more about my work. They all have their strange stories behind them.