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.
So I have a new music project starting up. It's called Blóðnætur which means 'blood nights' in Icelandic. It's made up of myself (in case you didn't know, my other music foray is Witch Folk band Cave Mouth) and musican/composer JD Frew of horror synth project Bogwitch. We're two weird folk creating weird music in… Continue reading Blóðnætur – Pet Sematary
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
It has been a while, a really long while, since I've read something that's creeped me out. I think the last thing was Algernon Blackwood's novella The Wendigo...and we're going back ages now. I thrive on scaring myself half to death, so being unable to find satisfyingly scary stories - or poems - has produced… Continue reading Writing In The Dark – Horror Writing Prompts
Krampus has long intrigued me, but it's only this year that I've started to delve deep into the lore surrounding him. This post is, I imagine, going to be the first of several that will look at and celebrate the folkloric devil. 'The Krampus springs from a deep-rooted European understanding of Christmas as a time… Continue reading The Darkest Days – Krampus