Crochet is a handmade form of art, no machine can replicate the way crochet weaves together, creating an intimate relationship between me and my work. Connecting periods of my year with certain artworks; I am reminded of my family, my partner, my friends but also times of hardship; overwhelming stress, family illness and loss. Although we are born from the chaos, life has ways of reminding us of the important factors that make us human.

We live in the absurd world, each searching for meaning and purpose. This existential dread fills my mind and challenges me to try and understand, increasing my anxiety, not allowing me to sleep night. Facing this extreme stress and anxiety, my life frequently feels like an outer body experience, living though a 3rd person view of life. I try my best to translate these complicated feelings into a series of personal diaries which I have kept since 2012, when I was 11 years old. Developing them over the years into a body of work; a manifestation of all inner thoughts combined into a large crochet tapestry. Featuring a theme of existentialism; creating and shaping my own existence from the absurdity of the human condition. With mental health impacting day to day life, crocheting my artwork anchors me back into reality, grounding me to the present, channelling my anxiety into the repetitive technique.

You are a witness to my existence as a materialised form, an encouragement to question your own existence. This is a glimpse into my inner workings of processing the world around me; dissociation, derealisation, and the overwhelming feeling of being human.