These images explore how humanity finds its place in the world and the subtle and violent ways in which we impose ourselves upon it. Tyre tracks in mud, an ancient mine, or a bare moorland - whether in harmony or discord with nature, the ghosts of human imposition are seen everywhere in the landscape of my home island. These ghosts speak of the way humanity has been intertwined with nature since the dawn of our existence. We have always depended on the natural world for our survival - though no longer revere it as we should. We pave it over, fence it off, push it away. As a species we have lost touch with our home. We have lost the ancient ability to find solace in a connection with the earth, or find peace in the innate knowledge of our mortality, that long after we become ghosts in the landscape, the rain will continue to fall
