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I’m working on some new collages at the moment. There are so many decisions to make – how much to include, what works with what, how everything you add creates an extra layer of meaning – does that layer add interest or distraction? Too many choices!

Then sometimes I come back to the original, paired right down, and I like it with no alteration. This is the base that I am working with, an image from a few years ago. After exploring the thousands of possibilities, I’ve ended up now quite enjoying its space. I often come back this way, a confusion of noise, settled down to a few quiet lines.

I’ll post up the layered versions next time, would be good to hear what you think!

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Ahead

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This is a re-worked image from last year. I had originally thought it worked best in black and white, but I was excited to see what happened to them in colour. Somehow the mood seems intensified to me with the colour remaining, and I like to see that flash of yellow..

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Postcard Progress

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A few weeks ago, I invited people to take part in a small project. Having been inspired by a postcard exchange I had taken part in with Stephen MacInnis in May last year, I wanted to do a similar thing again on a slighter larger scale. And so I sent out a collection of cards that I had printed to various corners of the globe, hoping to hear some news of their arrival.

Here are a couple of pictures of a few of their adventures – so exciting to see them in their new spaces..more to come!

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From Exeter, UK to…

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Puppy postcard arrived and newly homed with Antoinette in Oregon, USA..

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Small trees, sitting happily on a desk with artist Sydney Lancaster in Alberta, Canada..

(p.s. I’ve just seen that Sydney has just posted about this on her blog today too!)

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nathan 5_72Exploring all corners in the middle of Kansas, USA, in the workspaces of Nathan Filbert and Holly Suzanne.

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Thanks so much to everyone for taking part – this is an ongoing project too, so if you would like me to send you a postcard, get in touch! You can read the initial posts here and here.

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I’ve been re-visiting my Cornwall folder and found a few more of these small figures.

 The million tiny details within a moment.

(If you’d like to see a few more related to this, then browse through the small figures tag..)

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Three Days (Part Five) – Last Night, Some Light..

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There is so much I have left out of this little series and our lovely time here – time, equipment and other factors mean that what I can capture at this stage cannot possibly completely convey the beauty and breadth of this part of Cornwall, and my deep love for it. Some of these are just snapshots really, and a sketch book of ideas I’d like to continue at a later date..there is a wealth of inspiration here. But I hope I have managed to put across some of the essence of the landscape and how I feel about this beautiful place.

I have been visiting Cornwall since I was about 10 years old, but being there with a camera in hand and a photograph in mind was a totally different experience. What I find so fantastic about photography is how it makes you look at every tiny part of everything. It takes you out of yourself and into the details of life around you. I saw everything even more closely – its light, its Atlantic weather, strength, richness, fragility, wild space…too much to mention.  I am even more in love now and plan to go back as as soon as I can..

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Thanks so much to Mark and Jess at Gear Farm for giving us such a lovely place to stay!

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Three Days (Part three) – Thoughts from the Beach..

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Extraordinary or ordinary, we know that every experience is fleeting. Moments of true innocence so isolated and rare. Moments that I experience as absolute joy are often embedded with a soft grey  line that recalls to me that familiar grain of the fear of loss. Sometimes I long to make that moment somehow more stone-like and solid, to preserve and remember.

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I think that what I felt on the beach this day were ideas, expressions, something from inside leaping outwards, something from outside leaping in..