Goliath In a dusty corner of a travelling circus, a young elephant was tied to a slender wooden stake. Day after day, he tugged and...

These are the quiet beginnings from my art journal - fragments and visual notes from my new series about childhood secrets.

This is the final post in this series, so let’s get down and dirty – let’s talk plastic. Not the Instagram kind, the kind that’s bathing in our bloodstreams, lounging in our lungs and fermenting in our food.