Spills

As a reliably clumsy person, for five years I have photographed everything I accidentally spill not because any individual spill seemed significant, but because significance began to emerge through repetition. I have always looked for qualities in these accidents: the shapes, colours and textures they create; the shimmer of broken glass, the drama of spilt juice, the punishment of a coffee drip on a white dress. What began as an inability to keep things contained has become a digital archive of mistakes, interruptions and fleeting moments, accumulating into an alternative record of mundanity and time. All spills can be seen at @my_spills.