An area of land between the Lammermuir Hills on the North and the Cheviot Hills on the South.


In reflecting upon this area of the unlawful, I present its experiences, rituals and traditions passed through my manipulation of material, and process. My practice plays with the role of experience in an individual through the natural reaction of memory recall and the cultural memory that is buried into each of our bones.


it's manipulated.



I'm toying with the obsessive ideals within the human aspect of remembering, accentuating the parade of tradition and ritual within the community.


it's celebrated.


They are collided, through the brute force of this communal obsession with the past in the present. However manipulated it may be.




In reading and in experiencing a narrative of an event, I gain an image. This image gets repeated, and melted to an extreme  until I have only a speck of the initial form engraved onto the form I currently see.


Through repetition, and an interest in moving a material to its boundaries, to encompass a specific narrative, the form again changes.



An area with a history.

The Merse Lands.

The Borders.


This is my way of letting go.