I'm Jack, thanks for stopping by. This is about me, who I am,  with some background to my art.I was born in Scotland in 1996 although I eventually settled near London where I spent most of my childhood. I chose to study psychology when I got to university because it allowed me to mix as many of the different things I enjoyed together- literature analysis, foreign languages, the sciences. Study...

I’m an ocean. By that I mean that sometimes I'll be a tranquil pond, the kind that reflects the sunset at exactly the right time of day and as the tide rolls in my crests will sparkle and I won't be able to stop kissing your shore.By that I mean that sometimes I'll churn black with broiling foam, with a darkness that at high tide throws itself at harbour walls. Sometimes whilst falling asleep y...

My vagus nerve has notches carved into it,you can almost hear them creak when I move.Every layer is built of everyone that's made my pulse quicken,micromoments of frequencies of love that scaffold the path between my head and my heart.Parts of it you can loose your fingers in,it's both sweet and sticky to the touch,the kind of honey that's seductive until you realise you're drowning in it.Other...

Will you still love me when I’m a howling wind, pushing against your very foundations? I’m a tornado, constantly sucking in and spitting out. Some days I drown in the quagmires of my psychobiological dysfunction, others I freeze, locked in the icy grip of trauma. On other days I race through a thousand thoughts a minute and impulsively damage things, most often myself. You deserve someone that ...

You rot naturally among that which rots unnaturally.Or rather it does but nobody wants to admit that.Your autumn leaves dust the gravestones sunk into the ground but are the roof and rafters for crowds below.People pray below you, eyes closed leaning against you,But who prays for you?Your roots stretch for those safe far beneath you, to embrace those who sleepto hold them with your woody arms.T...

I can’t avoid it any longer, I’m an adult. Getting here was not as easy as I thought it'd be. I broke things in my struggle to navigate the world and I found out that self-destruction is never pretty. I’ve realised that there's no sudden lightbulb moment that fixes everything, especially when you don't actually need fixing.  During the last few decades I have found that in the midst of tragedy ...

If you ever can't find me, run into the sea at sunset, dive under and stay there until your lungs begin to tremble.What's the first place you think of when your head breaks the ocean's womb and you breathe again for the very first time?Hike into the desert at night and let the constellations be your GPS.Where do you end up when the dawn finally eclipses the last star you see?Close your eyes and...