Do The Things In No Sensible Manner

Behind The Stories

There is somewhere only I go.

Benevolent invisible spirits, transient interlopers, hounds and shrunken panthers have been known to visit. I thought it might be nice to let you in.

The studio rose here, from the bottom of my boggy English garden exactly three years ago. With my second baby in pre-school, I could evolve my business from the kitchen, to its…