In a village just south of Ullapool, down on the beach, a widow once took shelter in a cave. Her name was Isobel Mackenzie, and she had nowhere else to go. In the mid-1860s she was evicted from this cave by the same landlord who sent her there in the first place. No matter what time we are in, where we are or what language we speak, evicting a widow from a cave is reprehensible.

 

This body of work explores the legacy of the clearances and the abuse of power stitched into the mountains. Through ceramic works and film installations I hope to tell the stories of the past to illuminate the road we are still on today, exploring how exactly humans fits into a landscape older than life.