Here’s a little (tiny) film I made to say ‘thank you’ to those small seashore moments of summer—trying to capture something of that easy feeling when you’re sitting at the water’s edge with your toes in the shore break and breeze on your face—and bring it on home. I’ve been trying to stretch myself to work with … More Seashore Slowdown
Working with legends is a beautiful thing, but it can also screw with your head. What can we learn from stepping in alongside the giants? So much gorgeous wisdom — work ethic, courage, stamina, perseverance, how to have and hold an opinion, tricks of the trade, identity and empathy … shall I go on? To … More Meeting Cartier-Bresson.
We all know that the path of life is not a straight one. Learning how to walk it with grace, peace and style may well be the ultimate art. Recently, I found myself sitting around tables and campfires out in the wildest of West Wales at Fforest, drinking and chatting long into the nights with some seriously impressive … More Life, Abundantly.
How do you find ideas? How do ideas come to you? Sometimes, the best thing you can do for your precious ideas is to set up home somewhere beautiful and put a few great things and people in place there, so as to coax those thoughts out into the safe shelter they need to grow. We all have different versions of this … More A New Home
There’s a hum in the air. It’s quite hard to sit still. Anyone know what I’m talking about? Now Winter is wimpering, Spring sings its songs. They sound soft, gentle, a throat still warming up not yet ready for its full vocal throes until the chilly days have fully lost their final breath. After a … More Spaces in Springtime
So here I sit, pondering as I do on the creative process. Process. What a stupid word for the human condition and our expression of it, all beautifully messy and unpredictable. Who thought that one up? Today, this post goes out to anyone who is stuck and feeling a bit brain dead, perhaps (like me) … More _you are not a machine
The most beautiful trip made many years ago now, to a shore as far away from troubles at home as I could go. I still dream of the perfect waves and wonder who turned this driftwood into a sculpture by adding a shell.
