It is not down in any map; true places never are.

-Herman Melville

The North has often been romanticised. It is a place of dream, spell and substance. There is solace to be found in the North. Unplugged and disconnected, mountain ridges become paths to otherworldly places.

Through the ritual of embroidery I attempt to invoke the magic locked in the landscapes of the North. Appropriating the idea of using magical sigils the images of these sublime landscapes are overlaid with abstract geometric thoughtforms imbued with desire and intent through the labour intensive and somewhat meditative process of embroidery.