I was depressed and suicidal when the debut issue of Cunning Folk emerged a few years ago. I wanted it badly. But I didn't buy it. It was around £15 or so, with the postage and packing and the ever-so-miserable voice in my ever-so-heavy head said I couldn't afford it. I watched, from a distance, as this new… Continue reading Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue
Oh, hi there. I last posted a stupidly long time ago. Between the times of yore and now, a fair bit has gone on. Five of the most significant things include: moving into a cottage in the North York Moors National Park, revolutionizing my relationship with food*, deleting Instagram, creating balanced days* and not giving up… Continue reading A Wyrd Of Her Own
Halló, Halló. I bet you've been wondering if I'd show up around here again, haven't you? Or not. I'd like to think you have. Since I last wrote back in January, life has been diff-i-cult. I've been dealing with the after effects of Covid, my depression awoke from its not-long-enough slumber and life in England has… Continue reading The Nottingham Horror Collective Zine : The High Priestess Issue
This self-portrait was taken on my 35th birthday in Whitby. I was almost caught by the tide about half an hour before this photo was shot. Venturing into nude self-portraiture. It still feels madly surreal to know how far I went with this. This quote from one of my favourite authors, Lucy H Pearce. "I am she who… Continue reading 100 Good Things From 2021
Gleðilegt nýtt ár from Iceland. I've never been into New Year in the typical sense. Saying 'Happy New Year' in English has left me cringing for the longest time. I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps it's because my relationship with England is growing ever sourer as the years go on. I don't need to go… Continue reading My Heart Is Not A Home For Cowards – My Year In 100 Quotes
I was having a dreadful day in the hours before I discovered Mirusbella on YouTube and her gorgeous cover of Darkthrone's Transilvanian Hunger. As I slipped away into the song, life didn't seem so terrible anymore. I may have even smiled. Hailing from Germany, this multi-talented, mystifying artist has been delighting me with her art… Continue reading Wyrd Words & Effigies Interviews Mirusbella
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
I was supposed to be sharing self-portraits just from June, but ended up with some of July's in the June's Portraits folder and I'm too knackered to take them out now, so you're getting some of July's creations too. And before you scream in the comments, yes, I'm very much aware that the bone in… Continue reading June (and some of July’s) Self-Portraits
For years and years and YEARS, I've been searching for a felted collar that I could feel embody the wyrd person I am and which would accompany me on my evolvement from a broken human being to a secure, courageous, spirited woman. I wanted a collar I could wear every day when I try and… Continue reading Freedom In Felt – My Filzfein Felted Collar
Hello? Is anyone still there? It's been a long while, I know. I've missed being here, gods, I've really missed it. But May was a whirlwind of a month, and I'm still trying to find my feet after it threw me back down to earth. I want to update you on all that happened –… Continue reading May’s Self-Portraits
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 