It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective…

Failure can be a strong word. It’s no big deal, and not something I am particularly hung up…

When cycling around Eastern Europe it was very low-tech for Morgan and I. Our decision was spur of…

Much has been written about the relationship between the photographer and their subject. From the intimacy of portraiture,…

Photography can mean so many different things to different people. One of the most poignant and common thoughts…

India 21-04-11: Driving towards Delhi from Mathura, early in the morning as the sun came up, mist rising,…

It was the icing on the cake really – a wonderful private view for my exhibition at the…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

The baton of inspiration is a wonderful thing. It passes from artist to artist, musician to musician, forming…