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
I have some excellent friends. One of those friends is Rich Blackett, and though we've never met, he's done more than his fair share of cheering me up when I've felt at a loss. Rich has a talent for transforming my photos into fake cds, vinyls, tapes and movie posters and though I never know… Continue reading CDs, Vinyls, Tapes & Movie Posters That Don’t Actually Exist
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.
I've been meaning to write again for a while, but I haven't had it in me for one reason or another. Full transparency - I ended 2022 exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and physically worn the fuck out. Sure, 2022 saw fleeting triumphant moments, joyful moments, blissful moments, but for the most part, it was a harrowing… Continue reading 100 Good Things From 2022
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.
This devastatingly hot summer is one I would rather forget for reasons I'll inevitably discuss with a therapist. Depression has his heavy paws on my shoulders, so I don't have what it takes today to really talk about my photographic journey these past few months. Also, WordPress has fucked around with the editing functions since… Continue reading All Those Summer Nightmares : Self-Portraits June/July/August
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
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 