I'm not usually very good at this blogging thing. I tend to forget to write anything for months on end, then try to 'make up for it' by writing several times a day for weeks. When I do this, I tend to forget to tell anyone anything about 'me'.
Most of the 'work' I do is instinctive and fairly off the cuff. That is probably fairly standard for the areas I work for. I work mainly with the liminal, the moments, places and concepts which lie in between. I'm drawn to fire like a moth and water like a duck. The ocean, the crossroads, the moment of making a decision; uncertainty and confusion. The beauty of natural chaos. I'm sure I'll blog about it a bit as time goes on. Unless I get distracted by something shiny and wander off on a tangent about pretty candles or watering plants. I balance my practice between the light and dark, the shiny and the greasy, oily off-grey, I just tend to only be in the mood to write when I'm in full-on shiny mode.
Ask questions, make comments, shout at me if you see me in the street. I'll only bite if you ask nicely.
