The Visual Word | From Above the Surface

Poetry in Pictures As an ACDC track played through the tiny tinny-sounding speaker of a smart phone, we danced without care in a long-grassed meadow one late summer’s day. Spinning and swaying until giddy, to the point of me not knowing where my movement ended and her’s began. With camera in hand, I followed her in that moment and almost as default, we visually formed her words between…

Seasons of Motherhood October 2023 | Adventuring Families

“The project grew from a desire to explore other people and their connection to the coastline.” When Jez began his arts project, Coastline. He set out with a camera attached to his bike that he pushed beside him, as he filmed the entire sequence along the way. Drawing and tracing the physical border between land and sea, while recording the conversations with people he met along the way.…

Learning Self Worth | Cyfannol Women’s Aid Photographic Project

“I stamped the word ‘safe’ on the back of the bracelet, so that if I get scared I can rub my fingers over the letters and remember that I’m safe" I am proud of myself. Five seemingly simple words we don’t often say and they are not heard often enough in our teenagers’ world. I make no secret of my own parenting challenges around raising a teenaged girl. Constantly scrambling around for the…

The Freedom of Art in Prison | A Photographic Workshop

The Freedom of Art in a Prison “Have a good weekend miss” he said as we left on that second Friday afternoon of our photography workshop, “you too” I replied. It then hit me, that these common exchanges of pleasantries I have with folk I meet most Fridays in my day-to-day world, are now hanging with new meaning and a new perspective. Because his weekend ahead looks very different to…

Walking on Eggshells | Seasons of Motherhood

I'm learning to pause and I'm learning to choose my battles. In fact, I’m learning to walk gently and with intent across eggshells these days, as a mother to a teen. We’re fast approaching the two-year mark of when I last held up my camera to photograph her within our day-to-day family life, when she said “no photos please.” So this unplanned series of self-portraiture carries on, with…

RPS Women in Photography magazine feature

Nothing compounds the importance of keeping a space for the unexpected in my work than this - a simple hand towel. Used to wrap a precious ornament from my late-grandmother’s house after she had passed away. It was this towel that still held the scent of her perfume when it arrived into my home. I tried to preserve the scent in a bag, held in a box and put into a drawer. A year later I…

Seasons of Motherhood January 2023 | A Game of Chess

What started as a now-and-then created photograph became so much more than a game of chess. The years have rolled by from that original scene of a little girl playing a game of chess with her dad one Sunday morning. My inspiration to re-create that scene with me in it, had no more layers other than some symbolic connection to life’s choices and events… like moving chess pieces around the…

Seasons of Motherhood | The Dance Show October 2022

From now on It was two days before the world closed its doors to a pandemic, yet the show went on. Now here we are two years later with the tribute titled show. From Now On was the last song played that evening in March 2020. So much has happened in that time. The challenges and revelations, the slowing down and speeding up of life. Still that show goes on.This weekend you are one of 208…

Artifact Motherhood September 2022 | A van-less summer

Our family adventures took a different path this summer for a number of reasons. Our beloved camper van and my family’s much-loved holiday home on wheels. Has been undergoing major restoration. It's been off the road for months. We always knew that this would be the year of different family adventures for us. We want to honour all those thousands of miles and far-flung destinations it's…

There’s No Rule Book for Grief | one family’s journey

Talking about baby loss When I first started to consider writing about baby loss, I was, initially, tentative and apprehensive. Not only because I’m acutely aware of how personal a story this is for each family that has experienced it, but because it is an experience which I’m grateful never to have been through. I honestly didn’t know what reaction I would get, particularly in response to…