Something happened this week in my process that I want to try and pin down for a while. I’ve been doing digital etchings. Or that’s what I’m calling them. Sometimes I literally just erase parts of a photograph I’ve taken,… Removing the House, Brick by Brick
I came back from a week in London and stopped at a tree I’ve cycled past a hundred times. Not because I’d never seen it, but because there was always going to be more to see.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
I wish I could craft words as easily as I shape warm beeswax in my hands. Words on a white page have always seemed too stark to me, too crude to describe a life lived. I didn’t learn to read… Finding Voice through Materials: When Words Fail, Making Speaks.
I recently listened to Jonathan’s Messy Research lecture, and it really made me think about my own process. Up until now, I’ve probably seen my sketchbooks and notes as too messy to post on my new, shiny blog. What I loved about… Active Research: Messy Beginnings
