Not much for you today folks, I'm afraid. I was out for most of the afternoon being photographed in the forest waving around a sword and trying not to trip over my billowing robes (aka a black, roughed up sheet hoiked up around my waist with a hair tie) and am well and truly knackered.… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #36 – There’s A Witch In The Forest
I don't have much to say today because I'm tired. as. fuck. I do, however, have a self-portrait to share from a glorious walk I took this afternoon. I was the only one for miles, so it seemed, and it made me so freaking joyous. I've been feeling 'urgh!' about my figure recently and I'm… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #31 – She’s Different, That One
I don't think I've talked much about my Nordic Cult Folk project. (I mentioned it in my 100 Good Things From 2022, but I think that's about it.) It started as a project to photograph folk in Norway wearing bunad/lusekofte and corpse paint. The project has expanded since my initial idea (which I had a few… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #14 – Nordic Cult Folk (Solveig)
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
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.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 