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This is my most recent series. The main idea for this piece is about fear.

When I was young I had a slight fear of clowns, so me dressing up clown is to about confront fears.

I was inspired to make this video from a newspaper article about a man murdered in a block of flats. I want viewers to question what role they are representing by watching this clip, e.g. the attacker, victim or witness.

I do not know the people in this clip.

This series is going to become a large collection about emotions. My purpose was for viewers to feel the emotions that was displayed in the images. E.g. to become empathetic or joyous.

This piece is inspired from a newspaper story.

"Rear Window"

This series is titled Rear Window after Alfred Hitchcocks Film "Rear Window". This series was shown for my final show at Camberwell university of the arts foundation course.

The text below goes along with the images.

She seemed almost unconscious of the world around her. This is why she was so startled – because she was so busy thinking her own thoughts. And she addressed me direct. I don’t think she’s ever done that before.

And what am I going to do? I plainly can’t go on watching her and following her now she’s seen us doing it and put me on my honour to stop. But I plainly can’t stop watching her and following her now that she’s more or less told me that if we go on we may find something that she doesn’t want us to know.

Mam say’s, I’m a martyr for the fags and so is your father. There may be a lack of tea or bread in the house but mam and dad always manage to get the fags, the Wild Woodbines. They have to have the woodbines in the morning and anytime they drink tea. They tell us everyday we should never smoke, its bad for your lungs, its bad for your chest, it stunts your growth, and they sit by the fire puffing away. Mam says, If ‘tis a thing I ever see you with a fag in your gob I’ll break your face. They tell us the cigarettes rot your teeth and you can see they’re not lying. The teeth turn brown and black in their heads and fall out one by one. Dad says he has holes in his teeth big enough for a sparrow to raise a family.

And so we learned about their lives, came to hold collective memories of times we hadn’t experienced. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or tell each other how pretty we were.

Text (starting from the top) Michael Frayn - Spies. Frank McCourt - Angelas Ashes. John Fowles- The collector

These are some old artworks that I painted.

This painting was featured in a calendar which I am so proud of.