I like using sketchbooks. There’s something liberating about being able to visually articulate, explore and collate new ideas. My sketchbooks are just for me and I don’t judge my ideas as they appear on the page.


Sorting through my huge stack of sketchbooks for a recent lecture, I realised how much my process has changed from my student days – what was once A3 and in pencil is now A5 and collaged. But whilst my sketchbooks have changed dramatically, they have always served the same purpose. They’re just a place for ideas to hang out for a while whilst my brain tries to make some kind of connection between them all. Projects (books, zines or concepts for future work) come from making order out that chaos.


Thrifty Labels

A pack of Spanish souvenir playing cards?

A broken necklace?

A box of typewriter-style alphabet stamps?


All stuff I’ve gathered on my many charity shop trips… things I have NEEDED because they were beautifully odd (or just oddly beautiful).

Well, they can’t just sit in a drawer forever, can they? So I made some labels.

Like you do.


Teeny Portrait Zine

I’ve finally made a small edition of zines for taking to the Artists’ Book Market at the BALTIC Centre Of Contemporary Art this June.

I spent a long time just planning and testing – making lots and lots of trial booklets, all folded and laid out in different ways.


Each zine is teeny tiny, which makes it feel precious and sentimental. There’s something quite nice about the kraft paper envelopes too, with their simple texture and scalloped edge.


The zine is thematically held together by a quote, handwritten on the reverse:

All human beings are single beings – unique and unrepeatable. (John Paul II)



Imagine you were a clown.




Imagine you were a little robot. Beep beep!portrait robot

Two little experiments in imagination. I spent some time thinking about my approach to drawing and making work – maximising and then minimising form, shape, pattern, ideas… Could I push these extremes even further?


Pots (old friends)

I found these amazing Austrian and German mid-century pots amongst a whole stack in a charity shop… it took all my willpower to only take two to the counter. I imagine these two have been sitting next each other on the same shelf for the past sixty years. They are old friends. (The blue jug is my favourite).



I now need to gather the strength to avoid going back and buying the others. I can’t promise anything though…