On listening before painting
Before the brush, there is a long quiet. A short reflection on waiting, and on what the makers of the Kinnera taught me about listening to material before cutting into it.
Read the full note→Slow writing from the studio — on listening, on inheritance, on the colour of waiting.

A few years ago I came across the Kinnera, an ancient Indian string instrument most people have never heard of. What began as small curiosity became a journey into tribal culture, history, music and storytelling — and one of the most fascinating discoveries in my research as an artist.
Read the full article→Before the brush, there is a long quiet. A short reflection on waiting, and on what the makers of the Kinnera taught me about listening to material before cutting into it.
Read the full note→I never learned to play the Kinnera, and yet its voice is the one I recognise before all others. On how inheritance travels through weather rather than instruction.
Read the full note→Ochre is the colour of a village at four in the afternoon. A short note on the pigment I keep trying to replace, and why it keeps coming back.
Read the full note→The studio opens with the same three gestures every day. On ritual as scaffolding for a fragile thing.
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