My photographic interests regularly have me wading shin deep in sludge or pulling off cobwebs as thick as cotton candy from a county fairground famous for their annual pig pageant show.
I define my work as ‘conceptual landscape,’ photographing place in representation of a narrative or person, as seen in Blackberries.
When my father handed me a camera for the first time before a brisk October hike, I knew it would be a grueling battle to prove this could be more than just a hobby, but my life.
