Everything is still; all I can hear is the crackle of the log burner and the birds in the bare winter trees. I’m relishing this moment of winter stillness after what feels to me like a very long run of storms, both in a literal and metaphorical sense.

In my last post, I promised to explain more in-depth the intention behind my Arts Council England funded Re-wilding Rachel project, and, what I mean by ‘Mythopoeic’. I generally try to avoid using more academic language in speaking of my art, as I find it…