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
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.
