Categories
Uncategorized

drawings, from the woods

The beginning of some experimental drawings I am making. The method for these is to leave the fruiting bodies of King Alfred’s Cakes fungi on paper, and wait for several weeks. This being a continuation of the drawing and photography I have been doing from daily walks at the woods near Cwmmawr, through the early […]

Categories
reflection Uncategorized

garden work – questions

What are the emotional landscapes that we need to foster in order to support the positive long-term systems (and behaviour ) change that our environmental and climate crises challenges us with? What does a sophisticated and generous psychology look like, and how can we use that kind of emotional intelligence in this struggle? How do […]

Categories
Uncategorized

spring…

small stories from the woods and gardens this early spring

Categories
art

starting something…

I’m starting a new project, connecting artists with specific patches of land: gardens, commons, public spaces. It’s a project of celebration, and has to do with land, food, joy and belonging. I was thinking of the project as a patchwork: a project of connection, repair, usefulness and beauty. A friend of mine who is all […]

Categories
drawing

moments for drawing

I’ve been inspired take a little moment to make a drawing every day, often only for a minute or two while I walk with the dog (although it could be longer, it’s hard to measure time when you’re drawing…)

Categories
drawing

playing with drawing mosses & lichens

Categories
photography

small stories from the woods

Categories
photography

kin

Categories
light

estuary, last light

A treat today to be walking in the last light and west winds at the shore near St Ismael, the tide right in and the sea near a teal or duck egg blue, strangely full of light under the mist and soft drizzle blowing in. Estuary birds flying up from the sea edge as we […]

Categories
sounds

birdsong and rugby practice

walking this morning – and i was cutting across a coal spoil heap that is overgrown with woodland, right by the rugby pitch in the park, i ducked under some branches that were heavy with ivy, and suddenly realised that i had stepped into a listening chamber : it seemed to be a special morning […]