Field Notes is where you will find my strange archive of specimens, experiments and stray thoughts from the last three years.

Before I was allowed to use a fountain pen at school, I treated the act of preservation as sacred. When walking through Hyde Park, I would press wildflowers and ferns in a dusty old book, and tuck satin berries or conkers in my school blazer. Sometimes, I would forget those berries were in there and accidentally stain my pocket money and the lining of my blazer with indigo smudges. I didn’t have any grand plans for what I collected, I just wanted to observe nature.

When wildflowers and ferns weren’t enough, I created terrariums in plastic boxes and old glass milk bottles - ones I pinched before the milkman could take them in the early dawn. I loved watching these complex ecosystems evolve and grow. A dainty ladybug would preen itself and laze on the velvet moss. I used tweezers to carpet the moss around the curves of the bottle, where humid beads of water gathered like a pooling breath. The thick fog of condensation inside was broken up by wandering trails that staggered and crossed one another - created by the tiny snail family that resided by the granite wedge. Occasionally, they would be coaxed out of hiding if tempted with slivers of a cucumber or a cut red grape - truly, a formal appearance for a feast.

Although I’m not sure where the ladybug and the tiny snail family are today, those small terrariums made me fall in love with creating worlds. I pursued drawing, painting and writing to create more worlds.

On this site, you’ll find some of my mixed-media work. Born from a coffee spill, these works explore the relationships between nature, humanity, memory and the technological tools of preservation.

In other series, I explore how household objects created my perspective of the universe and space, creating noise within voids that mirror our inner worlds.

Some of my poems, illustrations and paintings are also gathered here.

I hope you enjoy perusing through these, perhaps with Belle and Sebastien’s plucky strings in the background.