My home studio, for making inks and dyes from rusty water and plants, is our kitchen and the picnic table in our tiny garden. There are traces of the last 20 months all around – everything is within reach and things pile up on top of and fall into each other.
I gently simmer our nettles in a splash of river mordant water, stirring a new wooden spoon through a tiny milk pan. It immediately goes green. I know plants are full of colour, of course I do, but this is a bit like witnessing alchemy.
to be two 