Showing posts with label My photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My photos. Show all posts

Thursday, November 16, 2017

wax paper packages tied up with... stickers.


https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/peoniesandpolaroids

Now that I have reached a hiatus in my studying I am really pleased to announce that I am reopening my etsy shop. It is fully stocked with sets of note cards featuring both French and Hebridean photographs, the two different landscapes that have whispered to and soothed my soul in the last few years. 

I spend a lot of time doubting that I know what it is I'm supposed to do with my life but making things - actual things that people can hold and feel and treasure - is the touchstone that I always come back to. The world is messy and overwhelming and worrying and bringing together something, anything, into a small physical form that makes sense and brings calm and shares an idea or a thought or a feeling that can be held in someone's hands... that brings me unspeakable, if fleeting, peace. 

Note cards probably won't change the world (I mean they might, I feel like there's potential for a note card-based revolution. Ideas on a... note card) but they can probably change the course of someone's day. Frame them, gift them, write some words of love onto that deliciously lush card and pop them in a parcel to a friend who needs to know that you care. Also, they're just really pretty. You probably can't get yourself physically to a Hebridean island or to the south of France terribly easily but I hope that these sets will bring a little of those places to you. 

Details - each set contains five different photographs, taken be me, and printed onto the heaviest, most delicious matt card I've ever seen. They're packaged in wax paper envelopes and sealed with a kiss a nice shiny sticker. 

They are for sale in my etsy shop and will be dispatched on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays, in keeping with island postal services. 





Tuesday, May 09, 2017

March, a shopping trip

March; a trip to mainland that looked like the islands, trees shrouded in mist, paper leaves clinging to bare branches, moss dripping in silent forests like streamers after the party. 

An ancient valley, standing stones and chambered cairns and circles carved in stones by busy hands 5000 years dead. 

Forts long gone, the footsteps of Kings, dusty light blanketing dormant fields. 

Hillsides mirrored in frozen water, colours siding into colours, the world doubled over upon itself, the sky beckoning below our feet. 

A perfect farm, a serendipitous stay, a dog to befriend and a phone call telling us yes, the boat would be ours. 

Dreams realised, a search ended, imagination sparked, a story begun. 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

January.


In January I - 

looked after a dog
decided I am not for two dogs
gave the dog back 
missed the dog 

shot a roll of fim
spent two days in the dark room
had some quite vivid and unpleasant dreams about being back at art school 
fantasized about going back to art school

lost hope
found hope
lost hope
(repeated infinitely with a distinct plummet in the overall trajectory starting around the 21st) 

turned 32
put my neck out
gained a dress size


How was your month?