on the wing
When an 8yr old girl, stood shivering in a school playground on her own, has a sudden flash of deep conviction and blind faith that one day she too will be able to fly up and away, just like a real bird… never, ever doubt her…
we’re all winging it
Mum, artist, writer, poet, maker, Mid-Wales dweller… I’m the artist you’ve never heard of. Famous everywhere except anywhere. Playful. Wordy. Experimental. Particular. 50% utterly daft. 50% earnest bard. Excited by ideas. Wildly unfeasible. Totally do-able…
the circular eggconomy
My studio is run on electricity generated by an un-intrusive, on-site wind turbine. The water here, is untreated and sourced locally. In winter, I am warmed by a wood-burner that runs on logs from ash trees felled due to dieback…
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