Scrapbook
An artist’s work cannot help but be about themselves in some way. If you look at one of my images and find yourself indifferent then it may be one in which I am trying hard to be someone other than myself, and it may eventually be weeded out of my public work.
If you look at one of my images and find in it some kinship, provocation or intelligence, then you are seeing me as I really am. Even if only for a moment. This is the value of my scrapbook: a place where the parts of me that don’t always fit together are allowed to just be.
In Regent's Park, London
On a Sunday morning in Gdańsk
In the pond on Blackheath, London
In the pond on Blackheath, London
In my garden in Hither Green, London
On the Amberley Wild Brooks, West Sussex
At home in Hither Green, London
In the community garden of Hither Green, London
On Camber Sands, East Sussex
On a warm afternoon in Victoria Park, London
In Swanage Bay, Dorset
On Camber Sands, East Sussex
Under Seaford Head, East Sussex
Nearby work in Southwark, London