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I’m Andrèa, artist, writer, and contemplative maker. You’ve found my creative warren – a digital fingerprint where philosophical musings live alongside paint-stained canvases, DIY creations and artful wanderings. Here, I explore what it means to live a thoughtful, creative life through words and images reflecting my tactile, intuitive relationship to nature and preference for slow & handmade. 

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Gifts in plain sight & meeting the peacekeeper of Brahmavihara
An excerpt from my travel log on the island of Bali, while in the region of Lovina, not doing any of the things you're supposed to do when in Lovina. Lovina has been a simple and sweet immersion into living in the suburbs with Balinese locals. We're nowhere near a...
Anything Worthy is Tidal | On Driftwood & Patience to Find the Things We’re Meant to Find
I'm not sure what combination of events lead me to developing my trait of 'waiting things out'. You could say it's remarkable patience, but if you've ever seen me pack a dishwasher you'd realise I have little of that in the collective sense. The particular brand of...
Auvers-sur-Oise | Portrait by The Red Door
Auver sur OisePainting our portrait by the Red Door.When a painting is better than a polaroid A few years back we visited the small town of Auver Sur Oise just outside of Pontoise on a trip to Europe. It's where Van Gogh spent much of his later life. Down one of the...
Herb wreaths: the festive equivalent of a zen garden and why you should make one this season
Clipping fresh sprigs of rosemary from the garden hedge, the knots inside begin to unravel. Large ceramic dishes of garlicky roast potatoes and garnishings of fresh rosemary served up in a few weeks’ time wash into view, as I snip at the woody brush below. A few paces...
Can You Age Like The Woods?
How to age gracefully: A short story and poem delivered by nature   My days return me to the forest, not as part of a stay-fit regime or a habit that must be upheld. But rather in the way that the ocean keeps drawing in her waters after every spill onto the...

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