I was born in Jersey in 1994. I spent my early childhood in Gorey, a small fishing village on the east coast of the island, where we lived in an ugly pebbledash house. 24 years later, and the house is still there, exactly at it was. My was a young single parent, who struggled to raise two children (me and my older Sister) whilst working full time. Howeve, despite the difficulties she faced, she provided a comfortable life for us, and we had a colourful upbringing. We went backpacking across Thailand for three months, spent two months driving across Australia in a graffitied camper van and multiple trips across Europe. Our first “family” car was a green Vitara jeep. I clearly remember us driving to the beach on the weekends, listening to tape cassettes and the seats always being damp, sandy and smelling of salt water. When I was 6 years old, I accidentally closed the front door of the house on my left middle finger, which required 16 stitches, and left it permanently disfigured. I remember screaming and blood covering the floor. On another notable occasion, me and my Sister had the great idea of dropping one of my Action Man toys out of her bedroom window, with a ‘parachute’. The ‘parachute’ didn’t work. RIP Action Man. My Uncle used to do scavenger hunts with us in the garden on Easter and would play the “Lava” game with us in the lounge, which I won’t try to explain.

My earliest recollection of being creative was when I was drawing a cartoon on a notepad next to the house telephone, when I was around 5 years old. My Dad is an artist in Jersey, so he provided a lot of the early encouragement and guidance for me to pursue art as a career. I learned a lot of useful skills from my Dad which have continued to be used throughout my photographic practice.

I was accepted into art school in 2012, where I spent the next two years immersed in creative projects, during which time I developed an interest in sculpture and painting. Originally, I wanted to become an abstract artist working across multiple medias. However, in 2013 I was given a copy of a photography book called ‘Helmand’ by the photographer Robert Wilson. This book was a major influence on my early photographic work. Incidentally, I had a chance to assist Robert many years later when I was working as an assistant in London. Robert send me a signed copy of Helmand a couple of years ago, which I have at my studio.

I studied at the Arts University Bournemouth from 2014-17. I initially wanted to study at Falmouth, as I had worked with Michelle Sank (a photographer and lecturer at Falmouth University) in Jersey for a public art project. My mum was around 6 months pregnant with my youngest Sister around 2014, and incredibly drove me from Falmouth to Bournemouth, to attend my interviews at each uni. A few months later, I remember being dropped off by my Dad at halls, waving goodbye, and feeling terrified at my first experience of independence. When I think back on it, I can still feel that tangible unease that I experienced in those first few days. After a while, I settled in and managed to find my way. My time at university was a mixture of technical mishaps and creative failures involving many unusual scenarios such as a fashion shoot in a stone quarry, portraits of retired Jesuit priests, painting a models face metallic blue and multiple friends posing nude in the studio, to name a few. After graduating I headed back to Jersey and spent 6 months bored, frustrated and unsure of what to do next.

I took a picture of a carpark in 2017, which is the first image in my series “Spatial Visions”, a project which I produced over a period of 5 years. This photograph is one of my most well known images, and is often noted as key example of my “deadpan” and “straight” photographic style.

In early 2018, I was walking home after work; and a photographer (whom I had previously worked for whilst at uni) emailed me to ask me if I was available assist him on a three day job in London, to which I gleefully accepted. I flew out for the job, but it was cancelled shortly after I arrived in Gatwick airport. Having a few days free, I went to see a friend in Brighton, a meeting which lasted about 15 minutes. I walked around for the day, took a few pictures, and after having my passport stolen in a hostel and witnessing the horrors of Brighton on a Saturday night, I decided to stay. I ended up living and working in Brighton for around a year, assisting local photographers, doing irregular bar-work and pursuing my own work when I had time. Years later, I spoke to the previously mentioned photographer about how I ended up in the UK, and thanked him for being the indirect catalyst of my career. By 2019 I felt it was time to leave Brighton as many of my friends were leaving for other opportunities, and I was getting tired of the long commutes to London for work. Upon arrival in London, I stayed in a warehouse in Hackney, then after a few months there, I moved to another warehouse in Tottenham, where I lived with a group of circus performers and a cat which enjoyed biting me. I continued to assist several photographers, whilst working at a photo studio round the corner and a lighting rental house in Hoxton.

Around 2020 and work was slowing down as Covid-19 was taking hold of the UK. After an intense experience in a Lidl; which felt like a scene out of an apocalypse movie I decided it was time to head back to Jersey. I narrowly made it back on the last boat from Poole, just as the UK was locking down. When I arrived back in Jersey, the main town felt eerie and unsettling, as I walked through the quiet and empty streets, once bustling with people. I ended up spending 2-3 months alone in a small flat, mostly watching binge watching Netflix and getting outside when I could.

After lockdown was eased, I managed to find work with a local stonemason, which I saw as an opportunity to move on from photography. However, this did not last long as I was diagnosed with advanced stage bowel cancer in 2021, and subsequently spent the next year undergoing aggressive treatment. A photographer I had worked for encouraged me to make work whilst I was sick, as it might give some perspective to my situation. I did. I spent around a year making work, whilst fighting the physical effects of the treatment such as chronic pain and neuropathy. I created “Schwarzschild Radius” and “Peripheries” whilst undergoing Chemotherapy, completed “Courts” whilst undergoing Radiotherapy and made “From Here to Eternity” a few months after major surgery.

I am currently based in Jersey, where I have a studio.