Essays, studio notes and reflections on photography, materials, memory and place.
A collection of visual fragments, material studies and quiet observations from everyday practice.
An archive of documentary photography exploring people, place and lived experience, drawn from more than twenty years of work in the field.
thoughts, reflections and stories from the studio, from the road and places in between
Black clay looks harmless when you first meet it. This anthracite arrives as a dark grey block, cool and dense, and raw – or after a low bisque around 1000°C – it sits in this pale, slightly sulky silver‑grey.
I make these by hand in a tiny clay kingdom in Kenmare, out of a shoebox kiln that fits about three serious pieces at a time.
