This morning my 74-year-old Mum drove to London at 6 am to take Oreo my beloved poodle (he needs walking three times a day) she stood in the pouring rain as he ran to her. It's an image I'll never forget. We need him here. He calms us, heals us and makes us laugh. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd fall in love with a poodle.

I'm actually feeling very positive at the moment, as usual. Lockdown has been a strange time but I think we're heading in the right direction now and it makes me happy. I've been very busy during the last few months in my studio and it's been a very productive time for me which always makes me feel better.

I have been enjoying the slightly slower pace of things in lockdown and being able to spend more time with my husband than usual. He's also an artist, so it's been nice to have someone around more to talk through ideas with while I have been busy working on a new series of prints.

I feel very blessed to have my passion for photography in these strange times. I have always enjoyed discovering different places and incredible people through my camera lens. Creativity is one of the best therapies.

I am feeling so excited about all the new collaborations I am doing through my art, to mention a few; with Jules at Blank Space Art amongst other London galleries and I now have an art representative in NYC to create a solo show in a top gallery here.

My practice has grown out of many places, starting with my upbringing in falling-apart Wolverhampton, my father as an electrician, my early interests in technology and gaming. This grew naturally into an interest in machines, focusing around made up machines originally (like Tilly Matthew’s Air Loom or Gustav Mesmer’s flying machines) but then this gradually grew into a functional interest once I discovered the open source projects based around 3D printing.

It’s a surreal day as my hand block printed fabrics launched with Schumacher in the US today. It’s hugely exciting and something I never imagined, but hard to digest at this unsettling time.

Today I'm feeling ok and optimistic. I have learned that worrying doesn't change much and can be a waste of energy. Instead, I'm trying to focus on pragmatic adjustments I can make to support my own wellbeing and help others during this time. I do have to catch myself if I find that I'm reading scary news/media articles and beginning to spiral though!

For my own habitual need to connect, I do smile and/or say hello to anyone I encounter who will engage with me. I also call at least one person a day to check in with them, whether they are family, neighborhood folks, or friends. Skyping, texting, calling, Zooming, letter writing—whatever it takes to be together—helps tremendously.

My art is urban sketching. I draw everything anything that relates to the city and the people that live in it. My default position is on a street corner with a moleskin and fineliner pen in hand. My studio is a simple desk where I finalise my artwork or if I’m unable to get out and about, create new works using photographic references.

My studio is in my house now. My stuff is encroaching upon all of our living space. I used to have a studio in an old school but it was so cold I used to give up. I swapped from an illustration MA to a Fine Art one at Central St. Martin’s and then did a Fine Art PhD. There’s a snobbery about illustration but I love doing both.

My studio is a small white space in my home. It’s at the back of my house so it feels separate and I have to ‘go’ there, a bit like going to work. It has a north-facing window, so the light is beautiful to work in, and a door out to the garden. I tend to listen to audio books or Radio 4 throughout the day. My work is very time consuming, so I need to go into a work zone in my head – the rhythm of the spoken word helps me do that.