Oamaru to Arthur’s Pass

When I arrived at Oamaru, I suddenly realised that I hadn’t seen my swimmers for a while. As my certainty grew, so did the sick feeling it gave me – how could I go surfing if I didn’t have anything to wear, and besides, my swimmers were quite new, and not particularly cheap!

Aotearoa (an intro)

Here I am at probably my favourite place in Aotearoa New Zealand – Arthur’s Pass, the highest village in the country. It’s the middle of winter and I have returned after a visit last year when I was invited to come and be an artist in residence at the hotel up the road. That starts … More Aotearoa (an intro)

One year on

On September 23 one year ago I arrived in New York to begin my six weeks of (mainly) art, some dance and, as it turned out, no surf. But Jamaica was still to come… It’s been a long time between blog posts; it’s not that there’s been no art or surf or dance – far … More One year on