I studied theatre at Goldsmiths Univerity and Trinity College, Dublin. Upon graduating I was lucky enough to work with companies including Shunt, Punchdrunk and venues including the Battersea Arts Centre and Old Vic Tunnels.
It seems, therefore, somewhat predictable that the last decade has been spent making work in tunnels, disused pharmaceutical factories, abandoned vetinary schools and decommissioned churches but the idea that make-believe can happen anywhere has been with me a little longer than that.
Still knee high to a grasshopper, my parents brought me to a Living History Weekend at the Irish National Heritage Park in Wexford, where I grew up. During the experience, I escaped my parents and found myself sat in a roundhouse listening to a woman tell Celtic stories around the fire. When she finished, I walked out into the blinding sunlight and bumped into the kneecap of a Viking. Naturally I challenged him to a duel. The giant accepted. I quickly found a shield that was, approximately, the same size as me and hid behind it. The Viking gasped, murmured something about magic and went on his way. I scuttled back to my parents who, I am sure, had only allowed me the illusion of escaping their attention.
My experience at the Heritage Park had a profound effect on me and, as an adult, reminds me of our immense capacity for play and our desire to be at the heart of the theatrical event; regardless of whether it takes place in a theatre, park or in your living room.
When I am not working, I love to cook and run. Far. In 2017 I completed my first two Ultramarathons.