There are days I wake already falling. Not from a rabbit hole but from yesterday's certainty, watching it unravel before my feet. The maps insist there should be roads here. Instead, conversations with what feels abstract, questions that answer themselves, doors that ask for smaller versions of me and clocks that refuse to recognise the…
I used to think love arrivedalready named. That someone would hand it to me like a language.One others had learned in childhood while I was absent. I thought love was duty. Not warmth.Not always kindness. Just…remaining. I mistook proximityfor affection. Silencefor safety. Obligationfor care. Then, I thought love was fireworks. It was warm fuzzy and…
Revisiting an old post Life Lessons, reflecting on 5 years of growth and shift whilst exploring the motivation and story behind my new art project
Nestled quietly in the Scottish Borders, the town of Duns is not a place that screams for attention. Before visiting, I’d never heard of it. However it is a beautiful town and steeped in history. After attending its annual theatre and performing arts festival Duns Playfest, I’ve realized that it is home to something truly extraordinary. This unassuming town bursts into life for nine days each May, becoming the stage for a celebration of creativity, passion and community that is both powerful and enchanting.