My practice is my way of working through my insecurities as an artist. I work through feelings of comfort, trust and gratitude, exploring subject matter that brings me warmth, focusing on my childhood. I look to the things my parents have taught and offered me; both as objects for reflection and elements of my armoury moving forward through life, and navigate my fear that I will waste them.

I attempt to translate these things into the visual and textual, recently exploring the imagery of heraldry connected with family history and tradition. Textile-based crafts, such as sewing and appliqué are my favourite ways of working: processes that my granny taught me. Along with written words and gathering found objects, these methods require care and mindfulness: they are labours of love. I reach to found fabrics of domesticity: tea towels, gingham, and bedsheets. I use printmaking to pull drawings and writing out of the safe space of my sketchbook and into the world of display.

For now, my practice is a little vulnerable, but hopefully not heavy. My parents taught me to not take life too seriously, and I try to enforce this in my work as well, even when working through emotions that matter.