The Story Collector

by Evie Woods

We alter together with each season, transforming, yet always staying true to our nature.

A truly creative life demanded a kind of blind faith in signs, hints or nudges towards a certain direction, from which things would inevitably flow organically.

‘If we lose our stories,’ he wrote, ‘we lose ourselves.’

‘Grief is a dark labyrinth.’

Life was like a great painting; if you only focused on one part, you would miss the full picture.