How I am creative now.
Once, as a small child on a rare family holiday in France, we walked by a fast-flowing tree-lined river. Walking ahead, I came across a perfectly smooth knot of wood that had been tumbled and turned in the water. It was big enough to hold in the palms of my hands, and I was awestruck in the knowledge that it had been created by the forces of nature alone. It was a beautiful tactile object, resonant with history and memories unknown, of its place and otherworldly – something sacred. For reasons that I cannot fathom, I put it down and walked on. My Mother, walking behind me, picked it up and kept it. It was no longer my discovery. This single event has influenced the way I approach my creative practice to this day –  be curious; overlook nothing; turn things over; wonder at the ordinary and everyday; examine; analyse; feel.