Sculpting at The Florence Studio in Florence, Italy

My love for photography grew alongside a love of exploring beautiful and remote landscapes when climbing. My love of sculpting grew from a desire to create faces from my interest in human emotion, evolved through my work in clinical psychology. My love of words grew from times when it was difficult to express and I ever had a nose in a book or even a dictionary as a child (I began at A); I consumed others’ words to help me find my own.

My art is not only an exploration of the media of photography and clay in itself, but also a practice in revealing myself. Maybe there is a wish that beginning to put words, images and forms together will bridge the inarticulate gap of what cannot be said and what cannot be seen. Art has the power to do this I think.

I don’t know where this is going, but it’s good that it is.

Thank you for reading.

And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.
…

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Excerpted from East Coker and Little Gidding in Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

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