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I came back from a week in London and stopped at a tree I’ve cycled past a hundred times. Not because I’d never seen it, but because there was always going to be more to see.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Tree I Nearly Cycled Past

In Dingwall, there’s a bakery that offers a diy café service. You can buy a macaroni pie and retreat to the seating area in the back to eat it in an antisocial manner. Drinking your latte from a designated latte… Sugar Coated Words

Sugar Coated Words

This post documents a period of intense scanning and iteration of digital images during in term 1. It began with an exploration of materials. Ash, shells, foraged pieces from local shorelines. Indexical records of these finds resulted. The scanner recording… Scanography Portraiture

Scanography Portraiture

A daily ritual. Lighting the wood stove and watching the little flames grow. From a glow of last nights embers to ragged flames. From the fireside I think about how this year I rekindled a little fire. It was just… A Daily Ritual

A Daily Ritual

At art school, many years ago, they used to say draw what you see, not what you think you see. I’ve been thinking about that a tonne recently but it turns out it isn’t really just about drawing. It’s about… When Blind Spots Align

When Blind Spots Align

I used to think that writing was just about arranging words in neat little rows…my thoughts tamed and lined up on a page like stuck little traffic jams. Just string the words together, or so I thought. Like a glorified… Scrabbling for Words

Scrabbling for Words