
Nothing I makegets made twice.
A rose lasts about a week. This one was picked three years ago and it looks the same as the day it went in.
I make things that hold onto other things. Flowers people kept. Photographs. Sand somebody carried home from a beach.
Most of what I make has existed once, because one person asked for it and nobody has asked for the same thing since.



It goes in cloudy and stays that way for a while.
Then two days of nothing. This is the part I hate.
After that it’s glass.
01·Pour
Flowers get dried for weeks before anything else happens, pressed flat or hung upside down depending on what they are. Then resin and hardener are measured and mixed by hand. There’s a window of about forty minutes before it starts to thicken, and once it’s in the mould there’s no changing it.
02·Cure
Two days, covered, untouched. Dust is the whole problem.
03·Sand
Wet sanding by hand, through six or seven grades of paper, until the edge stops catching on your finger.
04·Finish
Polish until you stop noticing the surface.
Selected work
Every one of these started as somebody’s idea.

Things you use
Clocks, tables, trays, chopping boards. Art with a job.

Things you keep
Birth plates, wedding flowers, and the occasional request I don’t have a name for.

Things you wear
Pendants and earrings with real flowers set inside them.
Tell me what you’re imagining.
Most of it starts with something you already have. A flower you kept. A photograph. Sometimes just a colour you can’t get out of your head.
Send me a message and I’ll tell you whether it can be done.

