thoughts & visual explorations
a space for reflection

Seeing into the soul of a woodland

I live a short walk from the Hackney Marshes and the tiny Wick Woodland, and one of the beautiful, unpredicted results of being here under lockdown is that I have fallen in love with this vast green space near my house. I’ve always loved and appreciated it — but now … Read More

Imagining your death…

I’ve been playing with images of my dad to learn a bit of Photoshop. He died in 2007, but not a day goes by that he is not in my thoughts. I don’t have a religious faith, but sometimes I still feel that he is still alive in some way, … Read More

Artist’s residency at THECUBE

On this residency at THECUBE, I’ve been interested in how we process emotion: how it is situated within the body, how we recognize it in ourselves and others, and how that recognition can transform us. I created this earlier piece, The Girl Who Carries Her Burdens in Her Hair, after … Read More

CERN’s large hadron collider

A few basics: CERN stands for the European Organization for Nuclear Research, although the name does little to convey the scope of the work, which today focuses on particle physics. Physicists and engineers from around the globe build and monitor experiments to investigate the structure of the universe. The large … Read More

Art & Science at Central Saint Martins

I’ve abandoned my 225 sq. ft. private studio for a desk space among 39 others in Central Saint Martins studios in Archway, London! In October 2016, I began an MA programme in Art and Science, investigating the creative connections between art and science and how to communicate those relationships and ideas. … Read More

See Me Through This / BRCA1

The phrase “POSITIVE FOR A DELETERIOUS MUTATION” still hung in the air as I clicked off the phone. All caps. The way I’d later see it written on the official test results. “I’m afraid … your test … came back positive,” she had said. My test. Even the silence of … Read More

A mountain story

Years ago I rediscovered an unpublished manuscript my grandfather wrote in 1955 after participating in the rescue of an injured mountaineer on Denali, North America’s highest peak (then Mount McKinley). I’d seen this manuscript before, when my father was alive, but it took on greater significance now, a tenuous connection … Read More