Lockdown has messed with my temporal universe; at first the days stretched out like a piece of elastic, endless hours spent exploring the burgeoning world unfurling on my doorstep. I collected stones from the beck, plants, seeds and leaves, the kitchen table disappearing beneath a mountain of special finds - jam jars filled with natural inks, feathers, bones, string, pebbles, broom flowers, maple leaves, dandelion heads...lost in the nature of ink, how it marks and stains, sp