Journal

I am seeing, capturing, reflecting upon, my life, my journey. Resonating ripples of intuition and instinct, of being in touch with a...

'Fortunate gardener, who may preoccupy himself solely with beauty in these difficult and ugly days! He is one of the few people left in...

Sparks of a fire kindled in childhood were to smoulder and ignite a passion. The extraordinary emotions felt poring over a book of Andrew...

I paint, I draw: with mixtures, with photography, with words, with marks; with the raw earth, with the restless oceans, with the breath...

​A yellow manila envelope. It was always from my grandfather's textiles office in New York, marked with a red Airmail stamp. Par Avion....

I have kept a diary since I was six years old. They live in that increasingly heavy cardboard box in the attic...