Paths is our journal where we tell stories of colour and home; sharing roads, steps and paths that lead you from here to a future place and space.

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Painting well – part one

People are often surprised that I actually know how to paint, and that I do paint a lot. 

I really, really love all aspects of it. I can twirl a sash brush with the best of them and roll (or preferably) brush a wall to perfection. On my wedding day, although a beautiful dress from egg was worn - I did find paint on my hands. Oh, how we laughed.

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Your home is good enough

Yesterday I met and talked with someone I (and many of you) admire greatly. We talked of colour and paint and home. His home is very beautiful, but we still talked of getting it right and getting it wrong and being ok with all of this.

Some of us will have the good fortune of having a much bigger and fancier kitchen than others. That’s ok. Your street may be in a better postcode, but you have a tiny garden, or you may have an enormous garden on a perceived shabby street. That’s also ok.

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The pleasure of making something exist that didn’t exist before

There is something profoundly human in the pleasure of making something exist that didn’t exist before. A tangible pleasure in using one’s own agency, hands, feelings and judgement to meld, shape, touch, handle and craft something unformed and turn it into something beautiful. Milk becomes cheese, fabric becomes clothing and paint on walls becomes a home.