Martha
Haversham
Essex/Paris/Smallditch
Spectres
2026
foreward
One hundred years from the rise of fascism in the 1920s we are now entrenched in slop. My contemporary lens blinks into the light, creating dark, disassociated imagery whilst surrounded by bone-crushing, nihilistic egoism.
Spectre 1
2026
21cm x 29 cm
Paper cut-out on board from a still life
We scattered our parent's ashes.
We returned to Wales, reliving a carefree childhood spent free to roam on unspoilt commons on the lower slopes of beloved mountains. I found new material amongst these old friends. The bracken had been tied with orange and turquoise plastic and it's tendrils caught in the wind. They entwined with the many bird bones and sheep skulls like some new, hideously contemporary gift-wrap.
From these fragments of innocent animal bone, exquisite memorial bouquets and the most delicate leaves, I am returning to the earth. The shadows I explore in daylight have given way to negative space spectres that appear out from the ether.
Spectre 2
2026
8"x 10"
Paper cut-out on board from a still life