
I craft metal, memory and meaning the same way people survive storms, with stubborn hands, honesty and whatever scraps are worth gathering, keeping and forging under pressure.
Some of it becomes objects. Some of it becomes essays. All of it comes from the same spine.
This is not a glossy creative journey filtered and sanitised to death by the fakery of social media nice. The work tackles big things. Loss, resistance, damage, the body. But this place isn’t meant to feel heavy. There’s enough serious in the world without adding a jewellery website to the pile.
If you’re into the raw, the unpolished, the too-much, the not-enough, or the strange little things that refuse to behave, you’ll get on with this place fine. Over time I will make and write about what grows out of the rot when you stop preening the polish.
The Projects So Far.





The Thinking Behind The Making.
🍄💀 Sanctified Decay
This text is drawn from the Rotwhite Archive, expanded here as a written companion to Decay for Clout. The Rotwhite…
💀🍬 Deadweight
This text was written as a companion to The Sweetness of Damage. A condensed extract was submitted as part of…
🐰🧠 Third Person Memory Collapse
This text was written as a companion to Undulating Husk: Memory Vessels. A condensed extract of approximately 200 words was…
🐰💔 Goodbye, Muffy
This is a journal entry written at the time of Muffin’s passing, reproduced here as part of the Corrode &…
Common as Muck ✅ Royal College of Art Approved ✅ Money ❌
I got into the MA in Jewellery and Metal at the RCA first try 🤯 A sequence of genuinely crappy circumstances has put the £17,000 tuition out of reach. If you’ve ever wanted to help a working-class Welsh lass do something ridiculous and brilliant, now’s your moment. Enjoy having a snoop around. Ta very much!


