Coming home…
From New England to Scotland, from West Sussex to Denbighshire I’m home… I am home and Coalbridge Street has returned to an upper shelf in the workshop, destined to slumber for a few months I’m sure, whilst the warm lights glow on Lochdubh and Paxton Road and I ponder how you could share my experience of ‘arriving’ home… For whilst Coalbridge is small, this pair are tiny; to share their magic would mean letting people stand almost nose to the fascia. It is an interesting conundrum - these familiar, comforting places would feel cold and un-inviting if you were stood behind a barrier at an exhibition. So I consider myself lucky, to have enough space to surround my workshop with these almost true cameos, miniature curios of a deep emotional value, familiar and welcoming, safe and secure in their company. More, it helps me recognise that my writing and photography, shared here, go a fair way to achieving that goal - for whilst you can’t see it in the flesh, you can hear my love for these m...
