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A collection of individual photographs made outside my wider projects and series.
Under the Tree / Tolpuddle, July 2026
Kathy Claxton, Jaime Danko and Angel Danko, descendants of Tolpuddle Martyr James Hammett, with Phil Claxton, Owen Brennan and Ethen Adams beneath the historic Martyrs’ Tree.
Tradition holds that it was under this ancient sycamore that Hammett and his fellow Martyrs met in 1834 to form their Friendly Society, an act that became a defining moment in the history of trade unionism.
Sophia / Winchester, June 2026
Sophia asked me to photograph her arrival at her prom. Having come to the UK from war torn Ukraine, she chose a blue dress and arrived in a yellow Ferrari to reflect the colours of the Ukrainian flag. Her father had won special permission to leave the war and travel to the UK, so he could be there to greet her and open the car door. Sophia arranged everything herself on a small budget, including the dress, shoes, jewellery, car and photographer. I was deeply impressed by her confidence, independence and maturity. She has had to grow up quickly, but approached the occasion with real determination and care.
Scarecrow / Andover, March 2025
I was asked to make portraits of the characters from a production of Shrek during a dress rehearsal at The Lights theatre in Andover. This portrait shows the Scarecrow in full costume, photographed away from the stage to give the character a presence of their own. The series records the work of the performers, costume makers and production team before the show opened to the public.
Bo Kremer / Andover, December 2025
As artist in residence at Rookwood School, an independent school in Andover, I was asked to help A Level Art student Bo Kremer develop her exam portfolio. We made this portrait using a ring flash, drawing on the direct, highly polished style often seen in high end fashion magazines. The session gave Bo the opportunity to explore fashion photography, lighting and the relationship between the photographer, sitter and camera.
Community Portrait / Andover, October 2025
As part of Rookwood School’s Activities Week, I led a photography and storytelling workshop with students in Andover town centre. Working with members of the public, the students made portraits and explored how photography can create connections between people and their community. Back at school, we edited the photographs and discussed ethical storytelling, consent, empathy and the responsibility involved in representing others. This portrait was made during the workshop.
Chris Bramble / Andover, Octobr 2024
I was commissioned by Chapel Arts Studios to photograph Chris Bramble and his work for the Expressions in Clayexhibition. A renowned ceramicist, Bramble blends African and European influences, creating distinctive pieces that fuse traditional forms with contemporary techniques. His work explores social, political, and personal themes that resonate on a universal level.
Still There, Somehow / Imber, May 2023
This photograph is part of a project exploring memory, place, and the meaning of imprisonment.
The man pictured was recently released from HM Prison Erlestoke, where the wings are named after Wiltshire landmarks – Imber among them.
By mapping the Imber wing to its real-world location, I seek to reconnect these borrowed names to their origins. In doing so, the work reflects on how places are repurposed, how identities are shaped by confinement, and what is lost when meaning is severed from memory.
Swimmers / Penzance, December 2021
The sea was playful and wild, yet it welcomed the gentle caress of the last rays of the winter sun, just as I did.
She whispered, “You are welcome here, but don’t stay long.”
I understood.
No lingering – just a quick dip, then a swift retreat.
My hands plunged into the bag, grabbing the comforting embrace of my towel as the shivers and tingling took hold.
The Kenward Stone / Chute Causeway, May 2021
I was once puzzling over the strange markings on the stone when two locals approached and asked if I knew what they were. I admitted that I didn’t.
With a knowing look, one replied, “If you were a doctor, you’d know – they’re the entrails of a man.”
He went on to recount how the holes were made: someone had attempted to fix ropes to the stone to move it, but “the horses dropped dead,” he said.
Later, a shepherd told me the stone had a name: the “Devil’s Waistcoat.”
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