Inky black skies

When staring at an inky black sky filled with stars. The dark moon whispering magic into your veins. Expanse and the notion of galaxies beyond freeing your heart, your mind and your soul. Reading about the stars and movements of planets. Signs and meaning, playing into our conscious. Does it make sense. Do these planets… Continue reading

The art of life

Inspired by the artistic living of Yayoi Kusama. Watching her create her world. Making it visible and tangible so the rest of us can see what she sees. Her unique take on this life shared through her dots and pieces. A world of infinity mirrors. Lights pouring and dripping down dreams. Is that where we… Continue reading

Staying connected

She smiles a toothless grin as she sells her wares How beautiful her ancient lined face The sun and a thousand years experience have carved their place Her mind wanders as her eyes grow vacant surrounded by this lake and erupting volcanoes Magic and mystery breathed into every day The time when no tourists came… Continue reading

Let us be the change.

Spending the last few years exploring the world has taught me many things and rendered me speechless countless times. My heart has been ripped open and my mind expanded to worlds I would never otherwise have encountered. There has been one remarkable constant throughout. The people that have etched marks upon my soul and shown… Continue reading

Frida Kahlo

Wandering through the cobbled and colourful streets of San Cristobel in Mexico, I felt like a kid in a candyshop. The painted skulls and Frida drawings, fiery hearts and bright, bold colours adorned shops. 
Already fascinated and in love with Frida Kahlo’s art as well as her style. I got to thinking what it was… Continue reading

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are? The simplest and most complicated question that runs through the thread of our lives. Searching for significance. Finding tidy descriptions of normality that we hope to contort ourselves into. We’re young then we’re old. And there is that bit in the middle. From birth begins consciousness until we become… Continue reading