While waiting for Wales to open up post-Covid, I went back to Morecambe to leave book #2. And I also sneaked to see if book #1 was still...

It is here! And it feels good! Good to look at, good to touch, good to read. I am so so so pleased it’s unbelievable and I have then...

It is done. This has been a strange an intense week, one that I am still elaborating. Last Sunday I published the book online and then I...

In a way or another, we are getting to this end of this academic year. And what a year this has been! For the past week I have been...

There seems no other way to describe where I am at than: punto della situazione. We are still in COVID, we still don’t know what is going...

Well, this in my original plans would have been the week to decide what to do and what to create for the FMP. We still don’t know what is...

yap… over a month. My very first day was Friday 13th and today is Easter Monday. Last week has been hard. Emotionally and spiritually. I...

We all have doubts in our practice and to me, practice has become a way to self-enquiry. PL said that that could be seen in any of my...

I am back at college after London and after my solitary writing residency in Morecambe for 5 days [bliss…]. In the meantime I have:...

Over the Christmas period, I have not created much, nor wrote much, to be honest. But I have visually worked on a journal as one the main...

This process of emptying, sorting, cleaning dusty areas of the heart, going through old photographs of the mind, feeling, acknowledging, ...

iI you are a fragile client, who is in need of support and compassion, and understanding: how fair is it that your therapist bares herself?

I liked the simplicity and congruence, from start to finish, of the whole exhibition: simple lines, mono-colour in its own various tones.

The Artist Manifesto. Because this is who I am. I am not a painter, I am not a designer, I am not a sculptor. I am flowing. A flow-er.

Again, I felt the same vibe: independence, opportunities, possibilities, openness. Trust. She allowed me to trust her, again, and so I did.

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien, Sinome maruvan are Hildinyar, Tenn’ Ambar-metta, I hum to myself while walking upstairs.