About

The bowerbird builds a gallery before it builds anything else. It spends its life collecting colour, one impossible blue at a time, and arranges every find so the light lands just right. That felt familiar. I collect places: granite turning amber in the last hour of sun, a violet sky over a cold beach, the teal shadow of a doorway. Each one becomes a print, drawn in heavy ink and flat bold colour, and hung in the bower for you to find. Every print is made in Scotland, on heavy matte fine art paper, and shipped anywhere in the world.