A Foraged Map

Spread over my kitchen table, emptied from the various cloth bags and tubs, were the wild plants that I’d gathered that day. As I viewed them from above, deliberating as…

Audobon map

Mapping the In-Betweens

By the time I was seven I had moved house four times in three countries on two continents. A few years later, I found myself dropped into another new place:…

A space, an ambiance, a home

A modest row of cottages is set apart from Cambridge’s Castle Street by a small green on one side and St Peter’s Church on the other, right next to Cambridge…

Canta de mí Sangre

  Unabashed Creek bed: clear green washes all stones un-rough in smooth grip when the light spills and it is mid-week, no one is aware skins shed. Trees strip slipping…

Entrained Rhythms

I: Aretha I’ve just moved to Uppsala, Sweden, where at first I knew no-one, apart from my old friend Kalle, who with characteristic kindness invited me to go see Amazing…

Sur toute la ligne

  As walking, talking and gesticulating creatures, human beings generate lines wherever they go. – Tim Ingold, Lines: A Brief History (2007)                …

Living Symphonies

Between Liverpool Street and Chingford, the heatwave had cooked the train carriage and all who rode in her to fetid ripeness. On the other side of the parting doors, the…

12 Circular Walks

Having been working on 180 degree panoramic drawings of opposite sides of the Severn, my attention shifted to exploring 360 degree imagery, something more immersive. The all-seeing eye of the…