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This post documents a period of intense scanning and iteration of digital images during in term 1. It began with an exploration of materials. Ash, shells, foraged pieces from local shorelines. Indexical records of these finds resulted. The scanner recording… Scanography Portraiture

Scanography Portraiture

A daily ritual. Lighting the wood stove and watching the little flames grow. From a glow of last nights embers to ragged flames. From the fireside I think about how this year I rekindled a little fire. It was just… A Daily Ritual

A Daily Ritual

At art school, many years ago, they used to say draw what you see, not what you think you see. I’ve been thinking about that a tonne recently but it turns out it isn’t really just about drawing. It’s about… When Blind Spots Align

When Blind Spots Align

I used to think that writing was just about arranging words in neat little rows…my thoughts tamed and lined up on a page like stuck little traffic jams. Just string the words together, or so I thought. Like a glorified… Scrabbling for Words

Scrabbling for Words

When I was a kid growing up in Sutherland, I spent a lot of time crab fishing. A wee wild gang of us roaming the rocky, seaweed-covered shorelines with the bare minimum equipment. We’d kick limpets off the rocks for… Crab Fishing

Crab Fishing

I’ve been looking back on some pieces of writing I did in the summer of 2025. I’ve been thinking about the importance of taking voice notes in my practice as a way of capturing my thinking during making. I realise… Little Windows

Little Windows

I remember the first time we set foot in the house at the farm. What I mean is: I remember arriving, walking down the little stone path to the back door. I can still remember the way the flagstones fell… The Farm

The Farm