The world is changed. We don’t fit it, or it us. My work recognises the uncomfortable relationship between humans and our milieu. Nothing is as it seems, glitches, spectres and singular artefacts pepper compositions with questions. Tranquil scenes manifest a brooding unease or ask difficult questions.

Viewing the work makes plain the Black Magic our civilisation creates as we race towards the threshold of Clarke’s 'sufficiently advanced'.

The world is changed. We don’t fit it, or it us. My work recognises the uncomfortable relationship between humans and our milieu. Nothing is as it seems, glitches, spectres and singular artefacts pepper compositions with questions. Tranquil scenes manifest a brooding unease or ask difficult questions.

Viewing the work makes plain the Black Magic our civilisation creates as we race towards the threshold of Clarke’s 'sufficiently advanced'.