‘(…) tiny sculptures, made from roots and insect parts, an attempt to re-ignite a sense of childlike curiosity and wonder in the viewer. Over the last four years, these creatures have entrapped me, having shrunk further and further, and now undergone a disconcerting chimerical mutation amongst the species. I call them fairies, but these are not the benign gossamer beings of the Victorian era. They occupy a transitory state, hovering somewhere between existence and imagination, between life and death. Their macabre appearance echoes their sinister behaviour.’

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‘(…) tiny sculptures, made from roots and insect parts, an attempt to re-ignite a sense of childlike curiosity and wonder in the viewer. Over the last four years, these creatures have entrapped me, having shrunk further and further, and now undergone a disconcerting chimerical mutation amongst the species. I call them fairies, but these are not the benign gossamer beings of the Victorian era. They occupy a transitory state, hovering somewhere between existence and imagination, between life and death. Their macabre appearance echoes their sinister behaviour.’