The Morbid Cabinet

I’ve always been drawn to the quieter, stranger corners of the world. These are the specimen jars and the bone rooms, the forgotten graves and the things we keep behind glass.

This collection was gathered slowly: in museums, on the road, and sometimes no further than my own home. It’s an attempt to look properly at the parts of life most people walk past. There’s beauty in decay, a strange comfort in a skull, and a story in everything that’s been left behind.

Step inside. Mind the shadows.

The Wild Ones

Wild at heart. Dark by nature. This is the wild part.

I’ve spent hours in the dust waiting for a single moment. Most of these images were made across Africa, with a few stolen from Scottish hillsides, lochs and wherever else my travels have taken me.

Every print here belongs to the animal in it. I just got lucky enough to be watching.

Field Notes

Every good collector keeps notes.

These are mine: diaries, observations, travel scraps and darker musings, gathered the way you’d gather herbs or bones, a little at a time and kept for later.

Read them in any order. They were never meant to be tidy.

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For the walls that deserve something stranger.

You’ve seen the prints everyone else has. They’re neat, perfect and a little lifeless. They fill a space, but they don’t say anything about the person who lives there.

If you’ve always been drawn to the darker, wilder, more imperfect side of things, you’re in the right place. I photograph wildlife across Africa and beyond, and I’m fascinated by the morbid corners of museums and the oddities closer to home. I don’t overwork any of it. What’s there is what you get, flaws and all, because that’s where the character lives.

A piece of art has its first life with the artist. Every life after that belongs to the people it sits with. Choose one that feels like yours, and let it become something new.

Slow Hours

I’ve painted for as long as I can remember.

As a child it was simply something I did. Later, it became something I needed.

I came back to it looking for a way to relax, and it gave me much more than that. Painting is where I learn to slow down. Oils won’t be rushed. They ask you to wait, to look again and to sit with something until it’s ready. I’m still learning that lesson, one canvas at a time.

Each piece here was made in those slow, quiet hours. I hope a little of that calm travels with it into your home.

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Your walls are telling a story. Make it yours.

Most homes are filled with things that are perfectly fine and completely forgettable: mass-produced prints chosen because they matched the sofa. They fill a space, but they don’t say anything about the people who live there.

Art is different. A piece you love changes a room. It holds a memory or a place, or a feeling you didn’t have words for. You’ll pass it a hundred times a day, and every so often it’ll stop you.

That’s the second life of a photograph or painting, and it begins the moment it comes home with you. Frame it, hang it and let it become part of your story.

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