Monday, 9 November 2020
Friday, 16 October 2020
I grew up in a Council House on an estate in Alfriston a little village on the South East Coast of England. Known for its history of smuggling in the time of Neopolian. The notoriously violent Alfriston gang used the Cuckmere river to bring their illegally landed duty-free goods in to the village ready for distribution inland. Rumour has it there are a network of underground passageways that lead from the Pubs to the River. You can still find the fake doors built into the walls of the Smugglers Inn fitted to deter the police who would knock on the wrong door giving the smugglers time to escape. My friend and neighbour was baby sat by a ghost as her Mum poured pints in the bar.
The village was haunted and we lived with the spirits of the past. At primary school our music teacher Mrs.White was a ghost who wore Edwardian clothes, long velvet skirt, crisp smocked shirt buttoned tightly at the neck with a cut crystal brooch, hair as white as her face done up in a period style. She hit some of us and told my olive coloured Sister to wash her skin thinking she was dirty. This was though the 1980's not the 1880's...
Monday, 28 September 2020
ASH COMEBACK - artwork i created in response to the loss of Ash trees in the UK and globally due to the disease 'ash dieback'. This work is a prayer for the Ash to come back. Some trees are showing signs of resilience. The original artwork was painted using oak gall ink i made from gathered oak galls to a medieval recipe.
I'm excited to share with you these beautiful prints available to buy from my etsy shop LANDofERIN
Archival inks printed onto Somerset Satin.
Sunday, 12 April 2020
Monday, 28 October 2019
Sunday, 4 August 2019
I believe the plants that grow wild in their perfect habitat hold an energy that is more powerful than agriculturally grown food. When we consume the wild, the energy of the land releases into our cells and profoundly connects us to the earth in a most natural and healthy way. Eat Wild and see how your body awakens to the land
I've been foraging and collecting wild herbs and food for a few years and grew up with parents who would take us collecting mushrooms, making nettle soup and skinning rabbits on the kitchen table. I've been a vegetarian since I was 11 because I disagree with the way animals are treated and farmed. Seeing where my food came from when I was growing up gave me an appreciation and an understanding of how nature provides for us without always going to the supermarket. It also gave me a respect for the exchange of life for food and how being part of and witnessing the process of killing the animal really makes you grateful for the food on your table, and for the life that has been sacrificed in a gift of energy. I don't need to eat animals for my survival, but sometimes i will eat fish, very rarely and with prayers.
Consciously gathering the wild roots, leaves, berries, seaweeds, mushrooms and flowers is a gentle way of mapping your landscape and connecting with the plants.
Eat Wild has grown out of a love to share a little of what I have learned . It's a simple guide to get the curious out there, gathering and making your own wild food.
Monday, 1 July 2019
Wednesday, 24 April 2019
Tuesday, 2 April 2019
Wednesday, 27 March 2019
Friday, 8 February 2019
Thursday, 31 January 2019
|a hindu festival celebrated in mechuka|
|Tibetan Pilgrimage. Wearing the traditional Chupa, apron and coral and turquoise beads ... i think the red bottle i'm carrying probably contained arak... local moonshine made from millet.|
|the hospitality was incredible but we were very drunk a lot of the time - the teapot was filled with arak and it was unlucky for a guests cup to become empty!|
|stilted houses on the journey up the mountain|
Tuesday, 8 January 2019
|soaking up some rock wisdom into my bone marrow :)|
Stone Circles and Tors are Power Places for thousands of people.
I've ritualistically visited Trees since I was a child, the Ancient Ones are my Power Place. The Ancients help me put down my roots to the land, and connect me through the Wood Wide Web to where I've journeyed from.
|the pineal eye|
Saturday, 24 November 2018
Saturday, 3 November 2018
My fear is one of trust...do I trust myself not to throw myself over or to miss my footing and plummet to my death, falling...falling, body hanging gnarled and broken on the trunk of a tree half way down, my skull battered blood red on rocks.
But do I trust you Mountain? Do I trust you to keep your form and not crumble beneath my feet, to let me stand and look at the view that fills my heart and body with an awesome peace. Do I trust this relationship we are having Mountain? Can we live together? If I open my heart to you Mountain will you honour or crush me?
|illustration drawn on the Wanderers Retreat at EcoDharma e.macairt|
Gently I open up to the possibility that I can trust myself to be this close. I can trust the Mountain to hold my weight, to support me. I no longer need to make myself smaller or compromise my experience for fear or lack of confidence.
"in that way I mirror you Mountain"