in the palm of my hand…

This year, walking and collecting I realised I have been drawing and ‘drawing attention to’ small found things. Petals, seed heads, bones, shells, creatures that I seem to cradle in the palm of my hand. The kind of practice that I have done forever and certainly since early childhood, hand in hand with tending to the fragile, broken, vulnerable

The idea developed into forming little bowls from wild clay from the field to keep these finds safe. In the end I used paper clay to make my little pots – pressing my thumb into the palm of my hand and forming the bowl so that the impression of my palm is imprinted.

ragged winged gatekeeper butterfly