I always have my nose in a book, I love writing, drawing, reading, anything creative! Ideas constantly crowd my head and so I have to get them down onto paper somehow before they fly off again...
Thursday’s Child How far is far? When you are a baby The flowerbed is an unexplored kingdom. When you grow up The world is a chasm of expectation. What are these prospects, which are Fated in me? … Continue reading
Bent low, I try to capture the small waves, wishing I could flatten myself like a skimming stone and disappear in the dancing light.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on” – Caliban. A visual piece I did as a project investigating identity: what it means to be me. I decided that I saw identity as something that you don’t actively go … Continue reading
When I first thought of picking up my dusty copy of Anne Brontë’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, I felt I was somehow betraying my beloved Rochester, as if he was calling my name across the wild moors of my … Continue reading
Amazing patterns in the sand at Porthtowan today 🙂