A single image can replace an ocean of words, leaving an indelible mark on our soul. For me, that moment came at Noss Island, when I photographed a northern gannet entangled in ghost fishing rope. I had witnessed entanglement before, but nothing prepared me for the powerlessness of that day. The swell was up, the…
Ghost Fluke began on the wild edges of Snæfellsnes. Walking along the black sand beaches and scouring the volcanic coves, I collected fragments of ghost gear tangled in the tide line. Ropes frayed by salt and storms. Nets caught in basalt cliffs. Plastic debris stranded in moss and driftwood. Each piece carried its own story,…
Jellyfish are some of the most mesmerising creatures in our waters. These abundant, ghostlike and quietly powerful beings, they are ancient drifters moving with a rhythm that seems both timeless and urgent. While some days at sea pass without sight of one, other days bring pulses of jellies dancing in the light, their presence revealing…
I never imagined this would be possible. That I’d be opening a solo exhibition in Iceland, at a museum dedicated to whales. That I’d stand alongside the wild sea I love so deeply, not just as a visitor or observer, but as a storyteller, an advocate, a witness. The exhibition is called Sjórinn Talar. It…
There’s something quietly revolutionary about planting beneath the sea. Recently, I visited Loch Craignish on the west coast of Scotland, a place I’ve long felt pulled to. Tucked into its tidal folds is one of the most inspiring examples of ocean restoration in the UK: flourishing seagrass meadows and the resurgence of native oysters, both…