I am a homebody. Always was, always will be. My home is my sacred sanctuary and if I don’t have to leave it, I…

A cruisy 45 minutes’ drive South out of Christchurch around the Port Hills on Highway 75 sees me to Birdlings Flat nestled right where…

The other week, I was sitting under our plum tree at the studio, holding a cup I made, still warm from the bisque kiln…

After my Death & Birds piece, I had the idea for another, similar one. Who hasn’t imagined tucking a secret note into a hidden tree…

Autumn arrived, and Big Tree shed her foliage as she does every year, her heart-shaped leaves with serrated edges turning from dark summer green…

When I was a little girl, I was most happy to sit in a corner with a book while my neighbour friend called for…

Trees are beautiful. You can gaze at a tree for hours, discovering new details, losing yourself in the quiet whisper and subtle movements of…

My place of work was located just up the road, and I was usually early to arrive, using the time to walk amongst the…