Some falling leaves for this Friday morning. I’m saying an early farewell to autumn. You’ve been lovely, as always, but way too short. Your next door neighbour is asking for attention. I can see my breath each morning on my way to work, even in my studio when the heat is off. Thanks for the pretty colours and bouts of sunshine through the clouds. Goodbye autumn, your one of my favourites.
Throwback to one of the many drives down the York Peninsula in South Australia, toward my family’s favourite beach shack. This is what you’ll see out the window most of the way, until the coastline comes into view. I have many fond memories of looking out the car window on road trips in the summer. With a car packed full of excited siblings, we’d sing along to the radio or play endless rounds of Eye Spy, while we wait for our summer adventure to begin.
It’s been a little while since you’ve seen or heard from me. For those who are interested, I’ve been in Portugal and have decided not to completely conform to technology. Don’t get me wrong, IG is a great way to connect with people all around the world and to share and appreciate each other’s work. But when I’m traveling, the last thing I want to do is look at my phone. I want to look up at my spectacular surroundings, taste amazing foods, smell nature and chat endlessly with my beautiful travel buddy. Of course there are times I want to share my moments with my little IG community, and last week I did just that on one of the days whilst visiting Porto. But I do encourage you, take moments to stop every now and then and put your gadget away. Look at things, take a slow moment and absorb what you see with your eyes, not through your screen. Remember the little things and admire them.
Some more suspended object experiments. I'm really enjoying crafting these temporary hanging sculptures, trialing new compositions and interesting shapes. Here's one with a cream background. Next I think I'll try some different backdrops and angles.
Today is your day to do something, to help change the world, to fight for rights, to help the planet and to make a stand. As an Australian it's our legal obligation to vote. We get taught from a young age to care about politics and to be proud that we can vote. My dad always told me "many people have fought hard for your right to vote" and he's right. I live in a country now where changes have happened because people have neglected this right. Those changes can't be undone and many people are and will suffer consequences because of that neglect. To my fellow American followers and friends: please, for the benefit of your future, vote today.
Heavy rains and gale force winds notwithstanding, we rambled our way through the moors, stopping occasionally to admire the countryside, and collect small treasures to take home which would remind us of our little adventure
I think I could spend a whole week on the beaches of Holy Island picking up curly bits of seaweed and then another whole week photographing them....
These guys are super cute cuddling together to brave out the cold.. I do wonder how cacti survive a uk winter...
I still fondly remember picking up pebbles and shells down at the beach with my dad each summer. We’d walk for hours, chatting away, enjoying the scenery and stopping every now and then to pick up and admire little special treasures to bring back home. I asked dad the other day if he still does this and if so, what does he do with all his goodies. Mum instantly piped in saying “oh he takes them home and puts them into little jars all around the house”. At which point I smiled, thinking about my own personal collection of rocks and shells, all in jars at home and in my studio..
New notebook from my lovely lady. Can’t wait to get started writing on those lovely handmade paper pages.
I’ve been pressing flowers between books for some time now. Some are about five or six years old, stuffed inside old textbooks or random fat novels in my bookshelf. It’s delightful the way they flatten and make up their own unique shapes and positions. Each one delicate and intricate. I also love the little surprise I get when I pick up a book and find one in between the pages.
Finally have had some time to edit this artwork from my most recent batch. It’s been a busy fortnight (which is always good, “better busy than bored” I usually say). And I must say, I’m quite charmed by this mussel shell. She was found whilst meandering down one of the bays on the Isle of Kerrera, not far from Oban. These Scottish Isles have always been a favourite of mine. Especially when it comes to getting out into nature and enjoying a moment away from technology and busy city life.
For you it’s just a rock, for me it’s a startling natural artwork. This weekend, take a moment to be captivated by the stunning organic shapes, patterns and textures crafted by nature. Even if you’re here in the UK with the rain and wind, you can do so even just by looking out the window and watching the rain fall.
Some people wonder how a bit of driftwood, a leaf or rock could possibly inspire me so much. I guess for me it’s more than just a bit of wood. If you take some time to look closely, you’ll see some intricate details, natural textures and unique organic shapes. Sometimes we just have to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life.. take time today to enjoy a little bit of nature if you can.
This little piece of rock coral is so delicate and charming. I’m really enjoying all its lumps and bumps and natural textures.
These dried up curly bits of seaweed are just so startling. They’ve hardened and turned into wood-like objects. Next time I go to Holy Island I’ll definitely be taking a bucket with me to collect more! Their natural shapes really do intrigue me.
This little guy is going to look great as part of one of my hanging compositions. And look at those cute-as little fellas riding on his back. For me, all about the tiny details; each item collected and celebrated for its startling beauty.
Creating art is one of the areas in my life where I can be free. There are no client briefs, no limits, no deadlines or fussy intruders. But sometimes it’s this freedom that makes one feel stuck. Stuck with direction, with no one pushing you and nothing to guide you. Feeling stuck eventually makes your stomach grumble. You feel hungry to try new things, to set your heart on fire with energy and passion for crafting those amazing creations you dream about every night. I’m so glad my hunger has finally pushed me to try something new and give my ideas a go. This photograph is one of the first of many hanging artworks. Painstakingly and patiently constructed using bits and pieces I’ve collected from various beaches around the world.
I’ve been experimenting with some new photographic techniques in the studio since coming back from a trip to Portugal. I find trips away from work are invaluable for a fresh point of view and developing ideas. I just love working with natural objects so I wanted to try crafting some interesting compositions with my beautiful finds and see what would come of it.
"The wallet is a gift given about 15 or 20 years ago. It goes with me everywhere. It never actually has any money in it..."