Moving from Contemplation to Action: Chicken House Collaborations I thought I’d write a blog post because I actually have something to talk about.I get stuck in contemplation mode – I know this about myself. But now I’m making forward movement:… Chicken House Gallery
In March 2020, as the first COVID-19 lockdown began, I did something that inconsequential at the time: I started a Facebook group called the Women’s Land Army.Inspired by the British wartime Women’s Land Army – where women came together to… Women’s Land Army: Five Years of Growing Together
Women’s Land Army: Five Years of Growing Together
Research documentation – November 2025 Something unexpected has been happening in my house over the last few days. It started simply enough, but it’s become something else – a living system, a collaboration I set in motion but can’t control.… The Mushroom Ecosystem: An Unexpected Collaboration in My Room.
The Mushroom Ecosystem: An Unexpected Collaboration in My Room.
Research documentation – November 2025 This morning started with a simple plan: collect moth wings and butterfly wings from the spider webs in our polytunnel to use for cyanotypes. I wanted to capture these delicate fragments – the remains caught… Nature as Capturer: When I Realized I Was Redundant
Nature as Capturer: When I Realized I Was Redundant
Reflections on my Tutorial with Jonathan Kearney The Feedback My first tutorial with Jonathan was very surprising and inspiring. He was very positive about the writing I’ve been posting on my blog. I posted it on there because I want… Tutorial 1 Reflections: Tacit Knowledge & The Flow of Solder.
Tutorial 1 Reflections: Tacit Knowledge & The Flow of Solder.
When I was very small, we lived on the shores of Loch Laxford, in a house called Trefoil. It sat near Scourie, in Sutherland, Scotland. A weather worn place hidden between water and rock. The the wind howled in off… Scourie: The Making of Me
Scourie: The Making of Me
I wish I could craft words as easily as I shape warm beeswax in my hands. Words on a white page have always seemed too stark to me, too crude to describe a life lived. I didn’t learn to read… Finding Voice through Materials: When Words Fail, Making Speaks.




