Gouache on paper. My grandfather told me he once saw his neighbor walking in the field, up on a hill, and behind him was a pig, behind the pig there was a dog, and behind the dog there was a cat.

Coloured pencil on paper. An exploration of identity as a collection of memories.

Gouache on paper. The man on the hill told me how a thousand years ago, a tsunami struck the western coast, and swallowed whole a seaside town, until only the fish-filled streets and the legend remained.