A lunchtime walk from the studio to the banks of the Avon. Baby clothes, sleeping mallards, drying mud and the things that reveal themselves when the tide goes out.

At 4am, standing on England’s highest point, the punishment of getting there suddenly seemed worth it.

A lighthouse seemed an appropriate image. Nine artists, working separately, making something that ultimately became about finding one another.

Part 1. This collaborative experiment became an unexpected lesson in trust, creativity, and the power of shared vision.

A good tool, given enough time quietly teaches your hands how to think.

A burst pipe flooded my studio. While clearing away the water, I realised something else needed rebuilding: the way I share my work