About Ordinary

Ordinary captures people as they are; unfiltered, unposed. It doesn’t frame the marginalised by struggle or triumph, but through presence.

Too often, lives are reduced before they are even seen.
A single word can strip a person of self.

A schizophrenic. A depressive. A manic. A burden. A risk.

Ordinary refutes this.

Artist Siris Hill travels across the UK, living alongside the people he paints. His process is slow, built on time and attention. Siris paints for the person in front of him. Stating the work is only complete when they can’t deny what’s there.

"This isn’t about mental health. It’s about being human. In the towns and in the hours we share. Where life actually happens. I represent the parts no one is talking about, beyond diagnosis. Because life doesn’t exist in absolutes. It exists in the in-between."

This is
Ordinary, a permanent place in the world for those pushed to its edges.

No labels. No categories. No distortion.
Just people. Moving through life together.

Human. Beautiful. Ordinary.

OUR STORY

Siris Hill
"I know what it’s like to be voiceless, to be defined before anyone speaks to you. When I was nineteen years old, I lost everything. I became invisible. Homeless. With no words yet for what I was experiencing. I was othered by society, my friends and my family. People couldn’t see past my illness, and I became defined by it. I used art to survive.”

“That was the origin of my work, to reframe mental illness not as something ‘other’ but Ordinary. I document life as it is, representing people in ways that feel honest and on their terms."

Clients

Our clients

We are proud to have worked with

Clients

Our clients

We are proud to have worked with

Clients

Our clients

We are proud to have worked with

Webflow
Brand Designer
Apr 2014 - Mar 2015
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.

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