Twenty-three years ago, a traumatic event led to a long course of counselling. Not wanting to verbalise the harrowing experiences, I opted to see an art therapist. Painting has become a necessary medicine as well as a critically engaged practice following a fine art degree twenty years ago. I wrestle with these two intentions on a daily basis, often with a sense of unworthiness. With a camera in hand, which didn’t begin as a therapeutic tool, a stronger identity is formalised. A practice incorporating both photography and painting allows for strength and vulnerablity in equal measure.
