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 against wind under wheel and sail, within the rhythms of water, 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 give shape to earth’s energies—my art an expression of how those energies land in me/my imagination. My resonances include embodied materiality, in-betweenness, reverence, connection and careful, creative stewardship. I come alive through my senses, and love to co-create with wild sites and their materials.

Work is important, in that I appreciate feeling my potentialities exercised and actualised. Alongside my art practice, I manage and contribute to tangible environmental initiatives that weave science and heart, community and diversity, wisdom and humour, creativity and listening. I’m also an intuitive and empathetic facilitator—working with individuals and groups at the intersection of ecology, creativity and personal exploration; within this space, I offer: foraging, wilderness travel, Clay Field therapy, herbalism and storytelling. ”

Henry

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BULRUSH BODY

CORALLINE CAIRN

WAYFINDING GUIDE

PINE POLLEN DANCE

CHESTNUT VANES

HAWTHORN FOOTPRINTS

WILDFJORDS RESIDENCY

BOLAFJALL STONEWORK

TEXTURES REPEAT

BONE TIE

BECOMING SEED

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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