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Dreamland House
O Dreamland was a contemporary arts festival curated by Cathy Lomax of Transition Gallery...
Fallen Angel
A CD sits in its case, the text on the inside of the case sleeve is printed in reverse and...
Blanc Noir
My work for Blanc Noir examines a period in British history when black and white culture clashed...
Tales of Murder and Deceit
Tales of Murder and Deceit was exhibited along side Set Fire to the Things you Love at 4by4...
Above and Below
Above and Below was a site-specific project that took place in and around Norwich Cathedral. My...
Map
Theme was one of two art works shown in the exhibition The Wrong Map at Three Colts Gallery...
Inherent Sin
North Cabin Project, Redcliffe Bridge, Bristol. I began researching the history of Redcliffe Bridge...
Some Interesting Things You Never Knew About My Pa...
E9 took place at Transition Gallery’s previous address and explored the gallery’s postal district...
Untitled
James comes bouncing past me on a bright orange Space Hopper screaming like a fucking idiot. He collides with a box of other toys and falls to the floor laughing.
I try to look impressed.
He gets up and boots the toy across the hall, it hits two chairs and sends them flying.
I wonder why the hell I’m here.
James takes out his knife and thrusts it into the Hopper – he shrieks with delight at the sound this makes and the way the toy rapidly deflates....
The Little Grey Monkey
When I think of him, I think of his feet. The black leather shoes: highly-polished, plain but painfully perfect, and the way that the hems of his trousers lightly brushed the surface of each as he moved across room. From beneath the bed my eyes followed the feet as they rhythmically patted out patterns upon the Persian rug. At times they seemed to disappear completely as if levitating high above the edge of the duvet, the limit of my field of vision, and then reappearing again as...
