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tanyashadrick.bsky.social
Author #TheCureForSleep: a late-waking life - a Waterstones & Evening Standard Book of 22 | Creator Wild Patience Scrolls: A Mile of Writing, #BirdsOfFirle & #ConcentratesOfPlace | Founder Selkie Press | Fellow Royal Society of Arts
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#ConcentratesOfPlace (2016 to end-of-life) 
A personal practice of collecting artefacts from places of emotional importance, begun on the 10th anniversary of my sudden near-death. 
I invite you to make & share some using the hashtag… 
More on project: www.ernestjournal.co.uk/blog/2022/1/...

submitted 217 days ago • 1 comment

‘Understand how much time it takes for a work, or a path, or a life to take shape’ A sculptor’s advice for art & life: David Nash is perhaps best known for his living art piece the Ash Dome - planted in the 70s for the next millennium. He has literally grown a meaningful life. Here is his advice

submitted 217 days ago • 10 comments

I cannot see a chalk path without thinking of @nicolawriting.bsky.social and @tanyashadrick.bsky.social—women who feel the intrinsic histories of chalk paths, and then make histories of their own.

submitted 75 days ago • 3 comments

“Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!” In memoriam #VirginiaWoolf #DOTD 28 March 1941 📷 Starlings over the River Ouse at Southease, near Woolf’s last home - Monks House, Rodmell, Sussex

submitted 83 days ago • 2 comments

“Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!” In memoriam #VirginiaWoolf #DOTD 28 March 1941 📷 Starlings over the River Ouse at Southease, near Woolf’s last home - Monks House, Rodmell, Sussex

submitted 83 days ago • 2 comments

‘She worked on the Harrier, the Concorde. She had a love of speed and freedom. Sports cars. Like the one in which she fled. Flew. From marriage and family. From us.’ Stunning piece by @npitchford.bsky.social for the decade-long collective #BirdsOfFirle project… selkiepress.com/2025/03/18/b...

submitted 92 days ago • 7 comments

As the publisher is now defunct, I’m keener to get PDF copies of Bird Therapy out to people who may benefit. A personal story of poor mental health, recovery and birdwatching, it can be helpful to know you’re not alone. Please message me for one, and do consider sharing this. #booksky #birdtherapy

submitted 93 days ago • 5 comments

‘I once had a winter that was wordless’ In 2020 @littletollerbooks.bsky.social published my #BirdsOfFirle: origin story of a decade-long collective project on hope & grief as the things with feathers. I used Twitter to reach people; hope to relaunch here soon www.littletoller.co.uk/the-clearing...

submitted 217 days ago • 15 comments

Deeply moving, beautifully drifting writing from @npitchford.bsky.social for the wonderful, occasional body of threaded stories that is @tanyashadrick.bsky.social’s #BirdsofFirle .. “as if belonging could be as multiple in its objects as love is.”

submitted 91 days ago • 1 comment

Honoured to be part of the beautiful, fragile collective work #BirdsOfFirle, created & curated by Tanya. An ongoing project of 100 writers responding with objects & online to a single physical manuscript, circulated by post over the course of a decade. On grief & hope as the things with feathers...

submitted 92 days ago • 5 comments

‘She worked on the Harrier, the Concorde. She had a love of speed and freedom. Sports cars. Like the one in which she fled. Flew. From marriage and family. From us.’ Stunning piece by @npitchford.bsky.social for the decade-long collective #BirdsOfFirle project… selkiepress.com/2025/03/18/b...

submitted 92 days ago • 7 comments

This silver birch tree is in my back garden & is probably 50+ years old. I aimed to capture it with the remaining few golden leaves clinging on last autumn. Neighbours have always wanted it cut down, but I turn a deaf ear. ‘Heartwood’ Monotype and Drawing 23x29cm

submitted 159 days ago • 1 comment

[1] A short true story from a rubbish dump… I’m on second week of unexpected bed rest at end of an overfull year. And a writer who has stopped writing since my mother died last year. This is the first time I’ve felt able to tell even a small story such as this. If anyone reads it, thank you…

submitted 190 days ago • 19 comments