The studio
Not anywhere you could book a flight to. A harbour before the boats go out. A conservatory nobody's tidied in years. A wet street under a lamp that's just come on. Somewhere with the particular warmth of a time that moved slower than ours.
Every piece here is chosen one at a time. I make far more than I keep — most of it never gets a name, let alone a listing. What survives is what still holds up on the fourth look.
How these are made, plainly: the images are created digitally, with AI as part of my process, then worked and selected by hand. Each canvas is then printed, stretched, finished and packed by me here in my studio. Nothing sits in a warehouse. Nothing gets made until you ask for it.
If it arrives and something's wrong with it, tell me and I'll replace it. That part isn't complicated.