We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else.

I have always been drawn to the detail, close attention to the exquisite beauty in the minutiae, being aware of the personal significance contained within objects. Each item is framed within a compartment and holds a snapshot of one complete moment in time, combining with the others to depict the memories of life experiences, a framed portrait. The selected objects are carefully arranged, with meticulous consideration to orderly composition and colour palette.

I am interested in what is communicated, the interpretation that can be read from the whole and the parts. Having researched the hidden language of flowers and the symbolism of Dutch still life paintings, I am aware of layers of meaning. A red rose is for love, a pink for gentle love, a white for innocence, and more is told in the way they are arranged, juxtaposed to suggest the pain and the pleasure.

Threaded throughout are the traces of family history, those who have gone before me.

However, what remains unending and unchangeable is the love experienced, in the past, touching the present and leading through into the future.



Fy nghasgliad o ffotograffau yn nodi themâu ar silff.
My collection of photographs setting out themes on a shelf.

Miners Lamp and Spoon.

Llwyfannu gwrthrychau i awgrymu thema.
Staging objects to suggest a theme

Letter To Sergeant

Trefniant gwrthrychau i awgrymu thema.
Arrangement of objects to suggest a theme.


Wedi’i ddewis yn ffres o fy ngardd.
Picked fresh from my garden