My work begins with the body.

Large scale oil paintings where figures emerge through veils of colour, caught between holding themselves together and letting go. The tension in my own relationships drives the way I paint but the work itself lives in that charged impassioned space rather than autobiography.

I work with bold luminous colour to bring the emotional temperature of the body to the surface.

The paint is thick, tactile and restless. Bodies embrace, compete, nurse, or stand alone and I push the surface until the figure feels like its rising through fog, as if memory dream and flesh are wrestling on the same plane

The sitters are often strangers when they arrive. We build a temporary kinship: photographs and ephemera spread across the floor, stories traded, nerves shared, somewhere between devotion and disclosure. A space where emotions are welcome to erupt.

What emerges on canvas is a fervent imprint, a record of what it felt like to sit with someone who is both fully present and half vanishing at the same time.

My formative years were shaped by my family’s working-class steadfast resolve to persevere, and the gut-wrenching unknown of my father’s terminal illness. I learned that human kindness is a tangled web of dissolution and transformation.

I’m drawn to capturing people in that charged in-between space.

I work from my studio in a commuter suburb of Southwest England, located between two major cultural cities. I appreciate the beauty of this transitional place.