rolling hills of nostalgia

Greens and golden browns and faded blues. Diffused sunlight, solid flint and crisp wheat husk. Burning wood scents, damp brick must and sliced grass odours. Lengthy summer days, evenings formed with lingering light. Walks through fabricated landscapes, and rolling hills of nostalgia. Nostalgia for childhood freedom. For childhood imagination. Ancient oak and succulent blackberries and harassing […]


“When we walk like (we are rushing), we print anxiety and sorrow on the earth. We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the earth… Be aware of the contact between your feet and the earth. Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet.” – […]

Strolling the Capital

It’s my favourite time of year in London: Christmas. Lights dangle between buildings, along stone-built streets and around shop windows, framing intricate displays of brilliant colours and gifts. The crowds of people, flowing between the architecture like a rapid river, are filled with excitement and wonder. That’s what I love most. The energy is contagious. No […]


I died from minerality and became vegetable; And from vegetativeness I died and became animal. I died from animality and became man. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall die Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, soaring higher than angels – What you cannot imagine, I shall be that.


First tickets out of Europe. Lyon to London to Istanbul to Mumbai… Despite having technically been traveling for the past month and continuing to do so for the remainder of December, we have only been to places that either Logan or myself consider to have been a big part of our lives. So really our year […]

Winter days

Warm cups of tea next to large English double hung pane windows. The cold tried to bite its way through to me as I spent my Sunday hours making lists and planning voyages. Dreaming of the distant landscapes we will soon traverse, arms still sore from vaccinations, I listed items to gather: notebook, drawing supplies, universal adapter, GoPro, mosquito […]


We start our journey on ancient cobblestoned streets. Chimneys tilt across terra-cotta roof slates and uneven walls build archaic streetscapes. I have returned to familiar neighbourhoods; the smells, the accents, the crowds and the architecture fills me with a sense of homeliness.¹ A sense of contentment and belonging. Excitement is growing. Lists are expanding and shrinking simultaneously, vaccines are complete, tickets […]