My vulnerability asks how much space it can reasonably occupy. Putting my body in the centre and then trying to make it disappear, so only I know where I’ve been. Exposing myself, then obscuring myself – wanting to be visible and invisible. This is a tentative process of becoming.

I go out on expeditions at dusk and dawn, in sunshine and rain, to find these intimate moments. Just me and my camera, we’re looking for treasure. I ask the landscape what it can teach me about womanhood. How to live through celebration, degradation, and objectification?

Draping myself across a mossy branch to feel it on my bare skin. Scrambling through brambles to reach a dew-laden web. Wading through mud to capture the light streaming through a thicket. In probing these moments where my human form meets its surroundings, I’m exploring the impact of my body, contaminating and contaminated, across multiple boundaries – emotional, physical, environmental.

In our attempts to consume the natural world, what is the residue we humans leave in our wake? I question how close I can get to nature before I destroy it and myself in the process. My search for intimacy in the landscape embodies the desire for connection and the frustration of separation. The work that results holds tensions between presence and absence, exposure and retreat, frailty and strength.