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from the woods…

watching the spring unfolding in the woods opposite the Dynant Fawr Colliery site, Cwm Mawr, Carmarthenshire

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art drawing

from the garden …

I’ve been at Penlan Uchaf again this week at Banc Organics catching up with everyone, and spending time with the seedlings, doing some drawing.

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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…)

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drawing

playing with drawing mosses & lichens

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photography

small stories from the woods

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photography

kin

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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 […]