In Dingwall, there’s a bakery that offers a diy café service. You can buy a macaroni pie and retreat to the seating area in the back to eat it in an antisocial manner. Drinking your latte from a designated latte… Sugar Coated Words
In the lead up to the interim show, conversations with my twin sister Kirsty have become far more than a supportive discussion around the work. We’re collaborating both as artists for the first time in many years. Our conversations have… The Anatomy of Collaboration
The Anatomy of Collaboration
Something That Grew From Nothing (Studio note: drawings made with digital encaustic brushes built from beeswax + stone textures) I live on a farm in the Scottish Highlands. My sister lives in a little wooden cabin close by. Sometimes, as… Growing Something From Nothing
Growing Something From Nothing
My enquiry into embodied mark making required a process that could hold tonal depth, physical making and subtle surface variation. Photogravure is a way for me to bridge the gap between digital images and tactile, intaglio surfaces. Rather than traditional… Technical Framework: Photopolymer Photogravure
Technical Framework: Photopolymer Photogravure
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 wondered if this was too dark to write about. Everyone likes looking at old photographs. But there’s much more to an era in your life than old photographs. They were kept in an old album. Heavy and blue. A… Empty Shells are beautiful
Empty Shells are beautiful
Last year I travelled up to the far north of Scotland with my family. My partner surfs and charts were looking good so we headed on a spontaneous road trip with our kids. Some other surfers we know joined us… Rain on the Window of a Peugeot 1.06 1.1 Zest
Rain on the Window of a Peugeot 1.06 1.1 Zest
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
Moving from Contemplation to Action: Chicken House Collaborations I thought I’d write a blog post because I actually have something to talk about.I get stuck in contemplation mode – I know this about myself. But now I’m making forward movement:… Chicken House Gallery
Chicken House Gallery
Research documentation – November 2025 Something unexpected has been happening in my house over the last few days. It started simply enough, but it’s become something else – a living system, a collaboration I set in motion but can’t control.… The Mushroom Ecosystem: An Unexpected Collaboration in My Room.
The Mushroom Ecosystem: An Unexpected Collaboration in My Room.
Research documentation – November 2025 This morning started with a simple plan: collect moth wings and butterfly wings from the spider webs in our polytunnel to use for cyanotypes. I wanted to capture these delicate fragments – the remains caught… Nature as Capturer: When I Realized I Was Redundant
Nature as Capturer: When I Realized I Was Redundant
Back in week three, our MA discussion focused on failure – what it is, why it stings, and how to use it. We explored why personal mistakes feel threatening, why we often learn more easily from other people’s missteps. I’ve… Failure: Walking the tightrope & finding balance
Failure: Walking the tightrope & finding balance
The next phase was Musselburgh. Plucked from teuchter life and dropped into a council house on the edge of Edinburgh. No more sheep shit. Just slabs and snails. Still wet, still wild in its own way. We found snails in… Musselburgh
Musselburgh
When I was very small, we lived on the shores of Loch Laxford, in a house called Trefoil. It sat near Scourie, in Sutherland, Scotland. A weather worn place hidden between water and rock. The the wind howled in off… Scourie: The Making of Me