Cass Hesom-Williams
Editor, Staple magazine

Like most modern folk, facing the world each day for me means having to sort through a barrage of images, then file away the ones worth remembering and throw the rest into my mind's already overflowing trash can. Somewhere amid the catalogues and billboards and newspaper photographs and web banners, an artist's work will sometimes present itself. There's hardly room to breathe, let alone step back and contemplate. Which is why, when something does really strike me, it feels like a revelation. That ache of recognition or simple smile of appreciation reminds us to dig deeper, stop skimming along the surface like we all so often do.