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
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
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
Would someone be so kind as to explain exactly where the actual fuck this past week has gone? Time is taking the piss this year. Despite this somewhat aggressive introduction, I've had a primarily superb weekend. I video messaged with a friend today without hiding my face. I went live on Instagram for the first… Continue reading The Darker, The Better – Things From The Pages Of My Notebook
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
I have just realized that it’s been a week, A WEEK since I last posted. That was not intentional, the last seven days were just everywhere and my routine was thrown off-kilter. Today I'm going to let you know about the things that have been getting conjured up creatively and what’s been going on in other corners… Continue reading It’s Been A Heavy Day, But I Have Things To Tell
You know what? January was a relatively good month when it came to self-portraiture. I didn't think that this morning though. This morning I was feeling decidedly morose about the portraits I'd made. I berated myself for not taking more risks, for not exploring dozens of new editing techniques, for not refining the techniques I'd… Continue reading January’s Self-Portraits
Burned By The Stars Winter Longing Her Head Is Forever In The Mountains
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 