“Nothing matters more to me than the earth’s poetry, and how it finds a place in each of us. I like the movement words bring, and I love to move within the rhythms of water, against the wind under wheel and sail, sensually among the sun-bitten grass, and as slowly as a seed ripening and falling and taking root under a hawthorn bush.
My creativity is imbued with the earth—at times, even in-service to the Earth. I like to give shape to earth’s energies through my art, and how those energies land in me/my imagination. I like exploring embodied materiality, in-betweenness, reverence, connection and careful, creative stewardship. I like being touched through my senses, and co-creating with wild sites and their materials.
I like to work, in that I like to feel my potentialities exercised and actualised. I’m a really good facilitator—working with individuals and groups at the intersection of ecology, creativity and healing. I’m a trained wilderness guide, emerging herbalist and an oral storyteller. I dream of co-creating beautiful systems that weave old and new, abundance and diversity, wisdom and humour”
—Henry
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BULRUSH BODY
WAYFINDING GUIDE
CORALLINE CAIRN
PINE POLLEN DANCE
CHESTNUT VANES
HAWTHORN FOOTPRINTS
WILDFJORDS RESIDENCY
BOLAFJALL STONEWORK
TEXTURES REPEAT
BONE TIE
BECOMING SEED
CV
The Art of a Smile
An elephant’s tusk waltzes through the dead grass
Flinging beetles in a spray of musty mist
The beetles giggle at their unexpected flight
Their joy doubles as they land in a pile of shite
A fastidious female crouches half hidden
Her nose turned upwind to the foul she’s just given
Though the beetles don’t mind, they’ve been rolling for years
Taking and making their fibrous spheres
On hearing them laugh, the elephant stops
And questions his path
His four padded feet snuffle the ground
Sensing vibrations from the rocks all around
The fastidious female emits some sound
As she buckles then chuckles at the bugs on the ground
The festooning bugs have bought peace all around
Until the next line, as the elephant sounds
A thuddering shuddering shake of the ground
The fastidious female quickens her step
Forgetting to cover her sweet defecate
The elephant charges with boisterous guile
Teaching our female the art of a smile