Wheal Maid Valley itself resembles an alien landscape,
caked in a crust of ochre orange that shifts with the ebb and flow of the lakes as they rise and fall during the transition of the seasons.

The work began with an overall study of the valley which led me to become fascinated with the smaller and more intricate artifacts that litter the landscape. I had a desire to explore the relationships that man has had and still holds with the landscape and the power that nature has to reshape and absorb the impact of industrial use.

This now derelict area, once occupied by a lucrative Industry is now a place in limbo without purpose. The fleeting visitors today leave traces behind similar to post-apocalyptic scars upon the landscape. This powerful sense of past life and present abandonment shaped by the will of nature leaves this disused site in a state of flux.