Collecting Leftover Crops 

Solo exhibition, The Little Institute, Glasgow, March 2024 

Someone’s hand is freezing. Someone has been seen looking. White socks in black
shoes, someone is passing quickly. There is a small house with two floors and a garden.
Someone is peering out of the window. A beautiful picture. It’s still the same smell, but
more dusty. Someone is stumbling. Somebody came to the party alone, all dressed up.
Somebody came to the party linked to another. Someone is trying to stand still, waiting
for the picture to be taken by a friend.


Somebody is looking through the window of their childhood home. Someone is missing.
Two childhood friends are giggling. The lake is frozen, they slide across it. Someone’s
skin is burnt. Someone is waking up by a window with a view to the sea. Someone
wearing a suit is turning their face to the sun. Something is growing. A grape, growing
and shrinking. The night falls inside someone. The day rises in another.