the way of tea - conversations, observations, musings and lovely things
as the beautifully wise japanese saying goes, cha-zen ichimi or zen and tea have the same flavour.
a hermitage of fallen persimmons
it was an unplanned gift, to wander once intuitively into a poet’s home. 落柿舎 rakushisha, the hut of fallen persimmons. a hermitage shaped from the earth itself.
in quiet company
there are places that don’t ask to be seen. they simply are. homely, honest, full of beauty. casa modesta is one of them.
my essence in light
to those who see me, who welcome my art and my eye exactly as i am. thank you. your trust and acceptance are what allow me to create with openness, honesty and love, both in my work and in my life.
between lens and language
i have observed how some people believe you can only be one thing. a photographer. a writer. a painter. as if creativity needs to be boxed into categories, as if our own intuition and vision must choose a single form.
a journey through artisan souks of marrakech
lately, i have noticed there has been a rising trend in recommending marrakech’s industrial areas for shopping — sleek warehouses filled with curated goods and design-forward showrooms. and while there’s certainly a place for that, i feel there’s something truly irreplaceable about exploring the souks.
maana homes architecture retreat — a day with japanese architect, uoya shigenori
it was an honour meeting japanese architect uoya shigenori. grounded in research into kyoto’s urban dwellings and grid system, each focus on preserving machiya and nagaya. through a deep understanding of natural materials and composition, he adapts each space for modern use while preserving the essence of traditional japanese construction and aesthetics.
maana homes architecture retreat — the art of earthen walls.
it feels like part of a greater collective effort, a shared responsibility to honour and protect these ancient ways ——- to ensure they are not lost but carried forward, woven into the future with the same care and respect that shaped them for centuries.
i met myself in the sky
i met myself in the sky ——— my younger self, shyer and quieter, flying solo for the first time. she was sitting by the window, lost in a dream, her hands wrapped around my camera, holding it like a secret she was starting to unfold. the steady rhythm of the plane beneath us was a quiet feeling somewhere between fear and freedom.
love and colour from morocco — a feature and conversation with slow journal magazine.
Slow Journal ‘Folk’ Issue Fourteen: We caught up with Sarah after she landed back in Morocco following her last visit to Australia. The slower pace of life in the little village in Morocco where she now resides is beautifully reflected in her imagery, bringing a sense of peace and calm to her audience. Each photograph tells a story, capturing the essence of daily life in a way that feels both timeless and intimate, a testament to Sarah's ability to find beauty in simplicity.