this must be the place.

December always feels like one long sigh, I start to feel the weight of the year upon me and long for a fresh start. 

I suppose this is a continuation from this post, I left a place I called home and my dear friend has just had to do the same. In September I became a piece of furniture in beautiful Ellen's home and here is a little diary from my time with her and an ode to the place she adored.

Pictures by Ellen, Prizme and myself.

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all of a sudden I miss everyone.

This space has been neglected for a little too long. 

I'm just finding my feet from moving to a city and now back home. I'm not very good at sharing, my life for the past twelve months may have been a shock to my soft side but I have nothing but fondness for the city I called home. Here are some photographs taken by my always muse Ellen Rogers, edited by the lovely Prizme - the only two people who can depict my sacred space as I know it.

There are a few little projects tugging at my thoughts - I hope to share these soon.

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wilder shores.

Last month I fled blighty armed with a loved one to visit another and it all came together in Leiden. I drank all the mint tea, ate all the waffles and lost my heart to a new city. Above are a few memories from our adventure, mostly from Hortus Botanicus  and the Naturalis but a few just from the city where my pal calls home. It's was just lovely.

I will try and source some inspiration soon, I'm running out of steam a little.

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Electric Oil.

Electric Oil by Jessica Rinland

In 1868, Laura Jernegan, a 6 year old girl from Massachusetts, USA set out on a three year whaling voyage to the Pacific Ocean. During this voyage Laura wrote a journal about her life on the whaling ship. She mainly notes banal daily events, but regularly describes the slaughter of whales in great detail.

Electric Oil explores the possibility that a 6 year old who observes the slaughter of whales on a regular basis could, in later years, experience huge psychological and physical trauma. Laura’s allergy to oil, which subsequently triggers an uncontrollable act of ridding her skin of all materials, represents this trauma. The text in Electric Oil, written by Laura’s physiologist, examines the stimulus and the abstract imagery represents Laura’s memory.

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For the past six months I've been thinking about little else other than whales. I was lucky enough to work with the incredible Jessica  and would sell my right arm to attend this event - I would encourage anyone else to do the same.

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