Weaving the landscape

While this space has lain dormant for over a year, my creative exploits have been developing; some in my head as ideas, others as tangible objects. At times I’ve found my head spinning with ideas, resulting with an urge to do and make all the things, all at once.

Weaving the landscape
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Chopping onions

Standing in the kitchen, chopping onions, tears rolling down my cheeks. A normal everyday task, but tonight it felt more special.

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Chopping onions

A postcard from Arles

Every year, from July to September, the town of Arles, hosts an international photography festival, Les Rencontres d’Arles. 

A postcard from Arles

A place called home

Since arriving permanently in France in early April our lives have been hectic, tiring and at times confusing and frustrating. 

A place called home

On leaving and the meaning of home

Our move to France has been a very long time coming. As we’ve had to wait for so long for it to happen, it has felt like an abstract concept; something we hoped would happen, but had no idea of when. Now abstract has turned to reality and in just over a week’s time we will sail from Portsmouth on a one-way ticket.

On leaving and the meaning of home