Due to the new rhythm of parenthood I am required to move through the environment at a much slower pace, and lower altitude, which in turn has led me to develop a different means of connecting to the surrounding landscape in a much more intimate way. I came to the process of dye and ink making as a result of this, picking things from hedgerows in a way that I might have passed by before. The ritual of gathering materials to make inks and dyes has been something that I’ve been able to carry out with my son. Whilst the staggered stages of the process has allowed me to continue to make whilst going about my day to day work of caring for him.

Throughout the whole process I've always trying to relinquish control of the materials. Letting inks take their own course, leaving linen out in the landscape to be whipped about by the wind and rain and caught on tree branches. To let the flow of the river, and the melting of snow, shift pigment laid on a linen surface. I wanted the work to almost be in conversation with the elements of nature because to me it felt as though that embodies the process of motherhood, right from the moment of conception.

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