Fine Art Photography Awards

I entered ‘Through The Flamingo Glass into the 6th Fine Art Photography Awards and received a nomination for the third year running!

I don’t enter many awards or exhibitions so I am thrilled to be nominated in the Open Theme category.

Through The Flamingo Glass: Open Theme Nominee

Bodies are beautiful

I love photographing the human body. I think it’s curves, colours and textures are beautiful.

Looking at my back catalogue, the human body figures heavily in all my images. This has never been a conscious choice as in ‘I want to photograph naked people’. Hell, most of the body parts are my own and I have A LOT of body insecurity going on!

However, I am drawn to the human body and the roll in plays in our lives. It is easy to personify and conceptualise, and I think images can have a greater impact when they involve the human form rather than an object or an animal. It is instantly relatable, even when the subject or message in an image is not.

Time thighs

How quickly we travel through life. Always running to get somewhere. Only to reach the end and realise that it was the journey, and not the destination, which was important.

This image is the beginning of a new series. A journey into surrealism: combining my love of form and texture, and interesting furniture. The legs and chest of drawers belong to me. The vase is my mum’s. The clock is courtesy of


Woman sits on floor with her back facing. there are two larges holes in her back.

Even the largest of wounds can heal. In time you will be whole again.

Construction: Nikon D700, 50mm, f, 1/80, ISO 500. The floor was created out of a laminate floor palette arrange on my bedroom carpet. For the hole I used a broken vase and the warp tool in Photoshop to get the shapes I wanted. I used replace colour to change the colour of the vase to match my skin and did some burning on a separate layer to add shadows. I then used curves, levels and selective colour to create the tones I wanted and added a couple of textures.



I’ve had two miscarriages this year, and I’m struggling. Both were missed or silent miscarriages, the baby stops growing but stays put. Both required surgery to remove them. It’s a lengthy process with multiple visits to the maternity unit, sat with very pregnant women and babies.

I feel sad. I feel numb. I feel lost. I feel lonely. There’s nothing I can do and it’s not my fault. I feel helpless. I feel like a failure.

Nobody talks about it. Nobody knows what to say when I do. It’s hard to talk about it. Writing it all down is therapeutic. It feels good to get it out. I could leave at this, but I think we need to be able to talk about it. So, I’m being brave.

25% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. Currently my stats are 66%. Chances are you know someone. It’s hard to talk about. I almost feel ashamed. Why is it taboo?

I thought of this image after my first miscarriage, but I never finished it. I couldn’t. get to a place where I was happy with itI ‘m happy with it now. SO maybe this will be the start of moving on.

This is for the 25%, 50%, 66% or wherever you are in this process. I’m sending you love, courage and understanding. We’ll get there.