Grace, a farmer’s daughter of Selena, took a wrong turn on Bodmin moor one night and was taken to be a servant to the Faeries. In consolation she was given the ability to change into a bird so she could watch over the people she left behind. Keena, a crofter’s daughter from the Highlands, is turned into a swan by her lover’s mother who thinks her too lowly for her son. Another girl dies young and can’t let go of life yet. She transforms into a little white moth, and flutters up against a window with hopes to be let in.  When I was ten years old my grandfather became a crow. 

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I work in pencil and paint. I am repetitive and obsessive in creating. I am plagued into the laborious process of translating thoughts into things. I make my own thickened version of traditional gesso ground in my paintings. The process of creating each piece is an intimate one, I carefully prepare the ground and build up layers so before I have even started painting, I have already spent hours with the piece. I heavily reference folklore in my work. I see both drawing and folklore as tools used to grieve and reconnect with the world and each other. Our identity is reflected thorough these stories. Everything feels instant now, but stories still take time to tell and paintings time to paint. 

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I was born on the penultimate evening of November. Stories tell that this is when the faerie dances are at their most wild. They warn of dancing circles you can never leave and fruit that befuddles your mind. Faeries and the dead are words that are used interchangeably. I have spent my life half frightened half entranced by such stories. I have never slept soundly. I owe a great deal of my artistry to these insomniac tendencies which would have me awake and sketching in the middle of the night attempting to sooth my overactive imagination. We tell stories to reflect our nature and hear stories that weave around us until they become us. I never stopped drawing and now it has become my mirror.