Degree Show 2025

In January 2025, against better judgement and government red weather warnings, I ventured out into the midst of Storm Éowyn and began the windy descent to Ayr’s beach front. The beach – a place that had become my space of quiet, meditative thinking, had transformed into a treacherous landscape, overrun by jaggy white waves which invaded the sands below. With my camera grasped firmly in my hands I shot for mere minutes. The gusts of wind pulled out every last breath I had stored in my lungs and my hair and lips were coated in the sea’s salt. Looking up, a lone gull clung to the sky above me – my only companion. Not even the beastly sea birds dared come out this afternoon. It was time to leave.