Standalone is the rather apt name for the woodland area that has become the visual embodiment of my struggle with depression, anxiety and avoidance.

It's a place of contradiction. At times still and unchanging, but capable of exhibiting the most sudden and violent transformation.

Standalone offers asylum, it provides protection and respite from the irrational thoughts that are symptomatic of mental illness. Its silent, peaceful paths usher me towards solitude. Yet in these woods lies uncertainty and apprehension. To encounter another human being is exceptionally rare, but with every visit the presence of others is evident. Both contemporary and historical tokens of human activity can be found scattered across the landscape.

Standalone is a haunting landscape, steeped in history. Originally the site of an old drift mine, much of it was felled during WWII to aid the war effort and not replanted until the 1970s.