I’m probably at my best when I am just on the threshold; neither inside nor outside. Perhaps it’s something to do with being an only child, or a boarding school survivor. It has shaped my relationships ever since.

During a recent trip to Fez, Morocco, I walked to the edge of the city and was shocked to find that it has an abrupt perimeter. One minute I am walking through high-rise apartment blocks, the next I’m looking out at a scene that looks untouched and ancient. I spend days walking along that border, photographing everything that moved me.

I felt a strong sense of belonging on that neither-land; not to Fez, but to that place in between, that border, between city and the dry ancient hinterland.

The photographs have been transferred to hardened canvas that has been dyed and painted. It’s a play on the notion that the photograph has been ‘taken’ from afar and reinterpreted. An ancient relic brought home as witness to a journey.