Born in a small Australian dairy town in the 70s, raised in pre-war Britain. A shut-in of my own crafting and a drifter with her head in the clouds, I'm one of those magical 'go nowhere' people that's happy to be wandering, lost and found at the same time.
I've been to University, had my writings published, gone under for heart surgery, died and came back, held a line of mounted police at bay, lived in a ghost town museum, kissed an Oscar winning actor, loved and always lost, broken my ankle 4 times and many other interesting things of little consequence.
I'm also a found-object artist working with themes of fragility, decay, time and abandonment. I take photographs, assemble old detritus, draw on antique paper and craft up nice little tattered textiles, all of which I sell on Etsy.
I can tell stories with voice changes and do the splits (at the same time if required) and make the best apple cake in the world. I love the cracks in modern renovations where original architecture shows through, and the way the rain sounds on my tin roof. I play bluegrass and folk guitar and my favourite colour is brown. No, white. Brown. Grey!)... I love shredded curtains, rotting silk, snow-flecked dead leaves. Tea parties are compulsory.
Welcome to my world- it's a bit dusty, crooked, faded cracked and worn, but in the right light it sparkles like the dew in the morning sun.