Documentary photography got me hooked .  As a snotty ten-year-old at a very free-range school in rural Aberdeenshire I was more interested in running wild outside than in books and reading. But there was a copy of The Family of Man in the school library where we waited for the dinner bell and it was those pictures that really stretched the boundaries of my imagination and started to cultivate my uncivilised mind. Later it was the The Independent magazine, The Observer, The Sunday Times magazine which brought me, via Social Anthropology and English, to the LCP Photojournalism course.

A sense of shared humanity motivates this work - a love of family, no matter how disfunctional. This is mostly personal, uncommissioned work but give me a shout if you've got a commission that might suit.