Creating the Self Anew: The Art of Journalling

“Through reflecting on the concrete reality of our immediate experience, and through giving voice to our perceptions, intuitions, and “felt-sense” of things, we create ourselves anew”. – Marlene A. Schiwy from: Taking Things Personally: Women, Journal Writing, and Self-Creation As the new year gets underway, I find myself wondering what to do with the collection … More Creating the Self Anew: The Art of Journalling

Filming Day

Marcus and Nick (Redbrck Productions) visited the studio on Tuesday to collect footage for the Cultural Cwtsh Film. I have been busy preparing the script – a ten minute presentation on how to create photo stories that I sent to the guys in advance so they could make a schedule for the day. As I’ve … More Filming Day

Photo Poems

More photo poems for the Arts Council of Wales/NHS Creative Cwtsh commission. I haven’t been strict about the 5,7,5 syllable structure with these, but they are inspired by the Haiku form. Also, having fun with cut-up collaging of letters: In Japanese poetry, kigo (季語) is the word or phrase used to indicate the season and it is often … More Photo Poems

The Phorescent

Sometimes, just doodling with whatever’s to hand to see what happens. I added the cut-outs from a random page afterwards. Thoughts about interconnectedness and sustainable communities. There’s a Sanskrit saying “Vasudhaiva kutumbakam”, which means “the whole world is one family”.

Strength in the Young

I’ve been missing our trips to London during lockdown, so when the Hackney Citizen newspaper came through the door for the previous tenant, I cut out some pics of young people from Hackney who starred in the recent film, Rocks. Here is today’s collage using found words.

Three Red Crosses

Today’s work from the Taith Series using found words and collage elements. A random page is taken daily from a charity shop book. Words are removed and rearranged. This is a starting point to begin the documentation of a journey that began at the Equinox.

Taith

“In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of, how wild, harsh and impenetrable that wood was, so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death: but, … More Taith