In a world where we now have the power to physically alter not only the man-made, commercial sphere but also the living, breathing natural environment within which we exist, and our own physical being, the true definition of beautiful has become evermore subjective.

A permanent fascination with subjectivity and perception led to a more in depth, complex curiosity around precisely what constitutes beauty. Since childhood I have garnered a lust for the imperfect. Be that a curiously formed pear, plucked from a tangle of unwieldy orchard branches, a chipped and tannin-stained tea-set, or a weathered old door with it's marbled patina, rusty old hinges and crackling paint peeling to reveal a previous life. From my eyes, age and time are effortless in their beauty and the so too is the natural evolution which carries them.

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