Master of Art

I have graduated! Hooray!

And, bizarrely, I got a distinction.

This was thanks, I think, to me becoming rather obsessed with my subject matter for the thesis-come-diploma-review; combined with me learning to “turn off [my] mind, relax and float downstream…” while creating illustrations for my Master’s project.

What resulted was an essay entitled Where the Wild Things Went, in which I delved into the use of picturebooks as a vessel for environmental messages, and two very colourful picture books called Terry and Somewhere out there, right now. These projects pushed up my squarely average marks of the previous year, so I found myself surprised – and a little faint – when the final results came through.

I do feel as though my artistic practice has taken a big step forward. Reluctantly at first, I shed my habits of tentative pencil drawing and rough paper cutting to become a fully-fledged digital illustrator. Discovering that I could work with shape rather than line came as a revelation to me – I now sculpt blocks rather than scribble!

I’ve also found a strange, quiet and shy inner confidence that pops out when I am making. It helps me to bypass the mean, noisy voices in my head that unfortuately are not so shy. It keeps me going when my motivation stutters. It bouys me up when, having put myself out in the world, I’ve been met with rejection, criticism or – even worse! – being ignored.

So thank you to this little shine of self-worth. And thank you to the supportive people in my life who have stepped in when there was no shine to be found. And thank you to my constant companions through the tough, lonely times of workworkwork: The Beatles, a fluffy guardian angel called Tiffin and a digital Indian boy that I sometimes got to meet in real life.

Now I have the excitement of looking forward. I am open to commissions and looking to get my work out there. So, if you like my work and want some of it, or you would like to help me get seen, please get in touch! Otherwise, watch this space.

Hunting for Moas

I’ve had a very productive day. It’s been a culmination of factors…

  • It’s the start of the academic year and I’m now back at university for my 3rd project
  • I’ve been missing New Zealand a lot recently (which wasn’t helped by watching the gorgeous film “Hunt for the Wilderpeople” last night.
  • Over summer I entered (and, amazingly) won a short story competition with a story about the extinct moa, set in New Zealand. (See writing page for more info)

So, one of my ideas for my new project is to illustrate my story. Around the time I wrote it, I drew this picture of a moa:



And the other day I had a bit of a doodle with graphite pencils:



Today I decided to explore this idea a bit further and have a play with materials. I’m not usually very good at playing – the whole idea of it scares me a little – but it was expressly recommended in tutorials last week so I thought back on last year’s teaching and what I had enjoyed about experimenting in my first module.

I started by getting messy with acrylic paint – putting it onto paper in all sorts of ways: rolling, sponging, scraping, wiping, splodging… I only used green, brown, white and ochre paints to keep a nice limited pallet (since I have a tendency to use EVERY COLOUR EVER if I don’t control myself).

Once the papers were dry, I had a look through my photos taken in Fiordland, NZ for reference, since this is where my story is set. I can remember how much we loved this region – possibly the most magical, pristine place I’ve ever been – and can remember the endless green of the trees, shrubs and moss, and the richness of the fauna there.

Feeling inspired, much cutting and sticking later, these were the results…


The Fiordland Bush


The protagonist, Tane, hunts a moa


The moa spots Tane. (re-make of the top image!)

I’m really happy with how my collages turned out and I had a lot of fun making them. Perhaps I’ll do more in the coming weeks, since I have the rest of the batch of paper to use up, but it’s certainly been a nice reminder that experimentation is a lot of fun, once you get past the initial nerves!

Islands I love

Here are three special islands, each of which I’ve spent several months working on, being a part of the work to protect their important wildlife and heritage.


Flat Holm Island

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Flat Holm, Bristol Channel, UK.

Flat Holm is tiny – only 500 metres across. It is Wales’ little known most southerly point, and is home to many historical buildings including an eerie cholera hospital, a Victorian barracks, a striking foghorn building, a beautiful lighthouse and even a pub. There are no permanent residents, with only the Wardens living on site.

Wildlife-wise, it boasts a large colony of lesser black-backed gulls, some lovely maritime grassland, slow-worms with unusually bright blue markings and a herd of Soay sheep. Flat Holm was my first island – I lived and worked here over the winter of ’11-’12 – so it holds a very special place in my heart.

flat holm



Matiu/Somes Island

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Matiu/Somes, Wellington Harbour, NZ.

In Maori legend, Matiu/Somes has a claim as Te Whatu o te ika a Maui – the eye of the fish of Maui. It is said that the Demi-God Maui fished New Zealand’s North Island from the sea, with Wellington Harbour at its head. Matiu lies in the centre of the circular harbour – making it the eye. Matiu was named after the legendary explorer Kupe’s daughter or wife.

The island has a fascinating human history, first a rich feeding ground for the Tangata Whenua, surrounded by kai moana, to a human quarantine for new immigrants suffering with cholera in the 1800s, to a state of the art livestock quarantine station in the 1970s. Over recent decades the island has gone from bare, overgrazed farmland to a reforested jewel, rich in native NZ wildlife including kakariki, wetapunga, tuatara, little penguins and forest gecko.

Josh and myself had such an amazing experience volunteering for 2 months on Matiu in 2014. We loved learning about its significance for the Maori,  had some incredible wildlife encounters and enjoyed living off grid. We can’t wait to visit again one day.




St Agnes

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St Agnes, Isles of Scilly, UK.


Although I lived on St Mary’s when I spent 9 months on the Isles of Scilly, I worked mostly on St Agnes and Gugh. I was helping with the Isles of Scilly Seabird Recovery Project, making sure the eliminated rat-baddies had not and would not return to plague the nests of native seabirds.

St Agnes, unlike the other two islands on this post, is inhabited permanently. Around 83 people of all ages live on the island. There is a shop, a tiny weeny school, a church and lots of gorgeous stone cottages. There’s even a dairy complete with home-made ice cream.

Despite being one of Scilly’s five inhabited islands, St Agnes is decidedly different. To visit is to step back to a simpler time. The scenery is amazing, with giant, weird-shaped natural granite monoliths littering the headlands and views of the inaccessible western isles and out to the Atlantic.

It was wonderful to spend time here, to become known by the friendly locals and learn the coastline like the back of my hand.




For me, islands represent a wilder, windier way of life that is ruled by the elements and stripped back to only the bare essentials… Pure bliss! Mainlanders have no idea what they’re missing out on.