My means of walking has developed from aiming to get physically lost in the landscape to becoming lost in my mind. So essentially if I am only walking with intent…
Throughout my walking practice I have a desire to get lost. Lost in the landscape. Initially I thought this would be easy, take a turning you don’t know, walk away…
There is a great thrill in discovering some new, discovering the unknown, venturing into a space you have not yet walked. Even though many have walked the very path you…
While out wandering in the forest, seeking untrodden ground, I stopped in the middle of the heathers. Surrounded by thick murky green, overgrown with shrubs, not a sole in sight, I…
I couldn’t stop thinking about the emails I needed send, the work I had to complete, all far from the thoughts of nothing, the thoughts of walking and meandering absorbed…
Walking for many is the time between; time between activities or marker points in the day. Walking is the method to or from a place, the running of errands. This…
Walking into my greenhouse I was greeted by a beautiful display of tulips and instantly transported to my travels in Amsterdam, walking through the flower market. Surrounded by a light sweet…
Focusing on Southampton Common, David Baker has documented the park over a period of four years to produce a wonderful collection of photographs. He began the project in 2013, going…
Walking is something I have nearly always done, well as long as I can remember. Growing up as a child I didn’t have lots of technology, and I am still…
At the moment Norman Aykroyd is one of my favourite artists and I am obsessed in how he creates such wonderful prints. I know he has been practicing for many…
Walking is a way I can escape my busy life and clear my mind. At first I recite all the responsibilities in my head, go through all the things I…
Sharp piercing needles prick the exposed skin as I carry myself through the land. Any piece of cloth will do to wrap and bind the body, protecting it from the…
1 hour walk at Lepe beach Watching the sea, lost in the rhythmic percussion of the waves on the sand. The waves are like wild stallions, rearing up before crashing…