- CollegeCentral Saint Martins
- CourseMA Fine Art
- Graduation year2025
Capturing personal memories through sculptural paintings is at the core of my practice. I work with acrylic paints, oil pastels, fabric, and knitting, often incorporating ribbon as a way to reclaim and celebrate clichéd femininity. These materials help me construct a world filled with playfulness, movement, and nostalgia. By focusing on specific moments, I translate these felt emotions into exaggerated, immersive art forms, rooted in blind drawings or photographs of significant experiences, which hold a deep emotional charge infused with love, memory, and an act of release.
Drowsy feelings and the concept of fantasy worlds are central themes within my work, inviting viewers into a dreamlike space that portrays the emotional essence of an experience rather than its literal reality. My pieces often extend beyond the traditional canvas by becoming three-dimensional objects or staged installations. Each work is placed within an environment specific to its story, accompanied by poetry, motion, or performance, further enhancing its immersive nature.
Through tactility and material exploration, my work encourages a playful engagement with identity and emotion. I hope to create spaces where viewers can connect with their own stories, finding both joy and introspection in the experience.
Final work
Promises: Tart of Delusions
Taste me.
The deliciousness of your imagined hopes, the craving you get whilst dreaming of a time, when I fulfil your deepest needs, your perfect life.
Allow me to fill you up with the phrases you want to hear, the emotions you need to feel and the standards that need ticking off.
All I do is prompt these delusions, setting you off into a full-on mode of lucid dreaming in the present time.
I become the epitome of your day, the muse that keeps your creativity going, a little spark of joy through a text message that gets more sporadic the closer I am to being seen by you in the daylight.
And although you know that it’s you re-creating me in your head, using the little information you have to mould a future that won’t even come close to fruition, you still choose to make these assumptions, form a utopian setting. To feel something, to feel a part of the other, just for a little bit, before it all ends and you start it all over again in your head.
So, taste me.
Bathe in the stickiness of the glory that doesn’t exist.
Bury your eyes in that beautiful scenario.
Indulge yourself in the texture of every part of me, the smooth edges of lies, the curviness of promises.
Taste me, taste me.
And let me ruin your hopes but give you a time, when the delusions feel just as real as your everyday life.
So,
Taste me.
Girlhood: Cinnamon Dreamscape
Girlhood is like floating through life, caught between reality and fantasy, unable to stick with one for too long. Remembering the warm summer evenings, soft skin touch, and cinnamon's subtle scent. The smile that doesn't leave your face, the moment your head hits the pillow, and falling asleep - all soft and light, escaping to your cinnamon dreamscape one moment at a time.
Research and process
With an Open Heart
A blend of personal reflections and poetry engraved into long strands of ribbon, engulfing the journal in a cocoon of safety. A feeling of nostalgia, where one writes their heart out, on their bed, while it's dark outside.
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