Lost and found

My SX-70 broke two or three months ago, and in between moving house and packing, I staved off sending him away for repair until I was all settled into my new place. I was unpacking some of my boxes of cameras recently and dusted my SX-70 off to pack for posting; but not before quickly giving him a…

Thirty-four

I wrote a quite blog some time ago about my plans to write my Dad a letter telling him about my work and what I do. Sadly though, despite writing that letter I never posted it. I don’t know why. Lack of confidence I guess and my superstitious nature. I have been worrying that my…

Cellar Door

I recently updated my website which has caused my blog posts to go completely skee-whiff, so apologies for the hideousness of how this section looks. I’m trying to figure out how to fix the layout and get everything back in order. The images and text just don’t seem to want to co-exist on the blog posts…

Quite Lovely

The beginning of 2015 is already flying in and has been very busy for me. A lot of my plans have had to go on the back-burner, but happily so. I was very humbled to be asked by Impossible to be part of their first exhibition last month in London : ‘Impossible presents 8×8’. Details here…

Dear John

This blog has been in my drafts left unfinished for going on a month now. It’s been stalled not just for writing reasons, but for fear of opening up about the project that it was intended to be an insight on. A close friend once told me to never justify myself to anyone. I don’t feel a…

Courage, dear heart

Imaginary friends are meant to disappear when you grow up. You out-grow them and their purpose. So to go back home as an adult and discover that some of those imaginary childhood friends are in fact very real and haven’t out-grown you, is really quite magical. “But no one except Lucy knew that as it…

Mum says

Sometimes I get dead scared living here. Mostly at night when I’ve woken up all of a sudden like some person in the dark has shouted right in my ear hole, and I fold up real quick wondering maybe it was Mum calling. I get out of bed and go to the window and look…

Monsters

At the weekend I finally went back home to the little seaside town in Scotland where I grew up. I haven’t lived there for around twelve years, and have only gone back briefly for visits to ‘safe’ places like my sister’s house. It’s taken me a while to build up the courage to face revisiting…