In my work I am constantly questioning my identities and convictions. What is our place in this world? I try to filter out all the noise and look for order in the chaos of our existence. By tuning in to myself, listening to what already is and searching for a core, I can make an index which can flow out again through my hands in my work. What remains when you’ve filtered out everything? Naked constructions, frames and grids. Hints of industrial landscapes and mechanical constructs appear on the page. Foundations that may never be built. But perhaps, when we’re brave enough we can fill in our new found truths to bring new life and the plots are the beginning of something new.