The house that I grew up in was an old suburban home which, over the course of a century, had been transformed by the four generations of my family who had lived there. Through use and adaptation, improvised repairs and self-built extensions, it became a unique and idiosyncratic building. When I was a child, the house’s difference from those around it was often a source of shame: the rusted roof, mismatched materials and unfinished adaptations showed social difference and some degree of neglect. However, over time I have come to value its alterity and the freedom with which the house had been lived in, altered, and inscribed seems to be an increasingly rare and inaccessible form of personal expression. 

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​Taking architectural materials from the house, I have sought to express a sense of value and beauty in these materials by translating my perceptions of them through the slow and indirect printmaking process, into abstract prints on handmade Japanese paper. Presented together, the prints and found objects celebrate the variety of colour, form and materiality of makeshift architecture.