I let myself do something I haven't done in a LONG time tonight; I went on Pinterest and wandered for a while, collecting darkly inspired art as I went. Before doing so, I thought about the considerable length of time that's gone by since I engraved this blog with dark art from other creatives. Sharing… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #32 – A Gathering Of Dark Art
The last time I was up at such a cruel hour was when I waited overnight at Manchester Airport for a flight to Iceland. It was the same as before that…and the time before that. (Hell, EasyJet, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR GODDAMN FLIGHT TIMES. I can't while away another night in the bleakest airport ever built.)… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #13 – I Was Up At 5.30Am To Shoot My Friend
I like to make props for my photography. These self-portraits are from a couple of years ago (though just edited for the first time the other night) and feature some demonic fingers I crafted using silver foil, masking tape and black paint. These fingers were some of the first props I made and while I've… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #5 – She Creeps
I'm not usually one for fads, but when I caught word of the new My Heritage AI Time Machine, I couldn't pass up on it. I tried, I did, but the idea of 'seeing myself' in different historical eras eventually succeeded in seducing me during one slow-paced midweek afternoon. I hesitated for a few minutes… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #2 – I Did That My Heritage AI Time Machine Thing
You can find several of these photos in my Etsy shop, A Wyrd Of Her Own. More prints will be added to the shop soon.
You can find several of these photos in my Etsy shop, A Wyrd Of Her Own. More prints will be added to the shop soon.
Foggy days at home in the North York Moors National Park.
"But we know, damnit all—we KNOW: our dark, the one that we are and have, is where we grow. So, as ever, root yourself, Earth-sign. Root yourself and do as things growing in the dark do. Wait—and grow immense and undeniably present in yourself." - Nafre, my friend who bleeds wisdom.
Today has not been a good day. If I were in a better frame of mind, I would have much to say about what I thought was a shoddy month of capturing myself. But, as it transpires, I managed to get a fair amount of imagery conjured up. I overuse the word ‘conjured.’ I need… Continue reading July’s Self-Portraits
It's been a peculiar sort of day. I'm not exactly sure what's up, I just feel...off. In theory, I should be really happy. I had a good morning writing a poem about Akutuq AKA Eskimo Ice Cream. (Great article about it here.) I had a good run and came home with 500 Post-It-Notes. (I'm a… Continue reading On Feeling Off
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 