I chose abstract photography because some part of me has always struggled to say things directly. There is something I notice in every image I make. It is a particular way of looking, a tendency to find meaning in what is suspended between states, neither resolved nor finished. That is not a technique. Intrinsically Disordered petals No.11 When I freeze a flower, I am not documenting it. I am asking it to hold something I cannot quite name. The petal suspended in ice becomes

The ice holds what I cannot. It fixes a moment that would otherwise pass without trace, suspends a form that was never meant to last.

Talking about music is just as difficult as talking about creating. I’ve been following Hania Rani for a long time and I love her music, but lately I’ve been listening almost obsessively to the pieces

I wanted to hold onto that sensation when you suddenly have to squint in the light, and when you close your eyes, a fragment of colour appears. It isn’t precise, you don’t even know where it came from, and yet it is somehow tied to spring.

The fluid and unpredictable shapes of the petals serve as a metaphor for life itself. Just as nature does not conform to rigid structures, our experiences are often shaped by unexpected turns.

The dunes themselves create a surprisingly complex world. From a distance the coast seems almost minimal: long lines of sand, a pale horizon, the grey water of the Irish Sea. But once you step into the dunes, the landscape becomes layered and full of hidden spaces.