I’m not sure why Ive been drawn to windows recently. Perhaps it’s the blurred abstract shapes obscured by morning condensation, or night time rain, the lights and shapes and objects merging and reflecting and dispersing that evokes a somewhat somnambulant…

I have always been drawn to the sea. I realise I sound a little like Moana when I say that but I’m not about to sail off on a quest to deliver the heart of some magical mythical being becoming…

What makes a home a home? It’s said it’s where the heart is. If a home is the people in it, is it still home when the people are absent? What makes a house more than just accommodation? What makes…

Becoming a mother is a momentous event in any woman’s life and for many can overhaul their entire perception of self and identity. So much of our sense of self and how we previously identified ourselves is tied up in…