You know when you touch something and can’t decide if it’s delicious or minging? That’s my practice.

Toes squelching through the bog, fingers peeling latex, skin smothered in ointment, a rock that is squishy, a rock that is sticky. Material exploration is everywhere, tactility is how I understand the world and I want to chat to my pals about it afterwards. I keep my practice teetering in a slippery space between satisfaction and unease.

My work often chews on queerness, ecology, and place and spits it out as multi-sensory, site-specific performances and objects. I use repetitive, laborious gesture to interrogate how land and body hold memory and resilience.

I often reflect on how we build community around a place. I’m interested in how we care for each other. This stems from my years as a Social Care Worker, my upbringing on the tiny island of Fair Isle, Shetland, and my experience in artist-led collectives, currently as part of SGÔR_SCORE. I find it impossible to consider myself in isolation. I seek out collaboration with other artists, rural communities, queer peers, materials, and landscape as often as possible.