The average fulmar stomach currently contains 24 plastic particles, Jan 2026
Gouache on paper, 29.7 x 42cm
Have you ever seen a Fulmar play on the wind, cruising at eye level along a cliff high above the North Sea? They look at you - really look. They make eye contact, let themselves be caught by a gust and blown back, then fly back to meet you - over and over again. They seem to play with you and the wind as they glide back and forth, protecting their nests - its impossible not to laugh and be filled with joy. But sadly, the majority of fulmar found beached along out coastlines contain enough plastic to likely be their cause of death. This piece is my memorial to all of those graceful, beautiful, wild seabirds lost as a result of human carelessness, as an exploration of my grief and bewilderment at the breathtaking amount of biodiversity we have allowed to vanish, all over the world.