Follow the milky path through Thickets of field rose and briar Of elder and hawthorn Bent, yielding to the wind Watch as the fork tailed kite soars Weightlessly gliding Reach out Here you can almost touch heaven Flint men carved the dew pond That rests dry Sit with them...
Ghosts
Maybe I have been reading too many books… My mind is full of ideas about traces on the landscape. Greg Humphries explains in his book Walking Backwards, that telling stories about places ‘creates connection between the land we experience outside and ourselves and our inner landscape’ (Humphries and Vayne,...
What is an Artist?
In order to find something, you need to know what you’re looking for. As I follow the golden string towards finding my artist self, I can’t help but wondering what my artist self might look like, (so that I might recognise her when I see her). This begs the...
Risk Taking
I am beginning to realise that taking risks is a crucial element of being an artist. Experimenting, stepping outside my comfort zone, and doing things that make me feel slightly uncomfortable often bring moments of true creativity. Things do not always work out as I expect, and I am...