Author Archives: Elzbieta Skorska

Home is, first and foremost, love for me. I am so fortunate to have found my soulmate in this bizarre world. I am eternally grateful as he changed my life. Shaun equals home. Wherever we go, we go together, and there will be our home. When composing this image, I wanted to explore the blurredContinue reading “Love”

Tenaciously defined by objects is the most accurate description of my home. I adore going to charity shops and antique stores to find treasures that would enrich my life and the space in which I live. I believe there is a certain magic about old goods, the history that lays within, the hands that touchedContinue reading “Playing”

Finally, a sunny day so I decided to venture outside to see if I can find any inspirations. I had a few ideas in mind. One was to set a camera on a fifteen-second timer as it hangs off my shoulder, walk around, and randomly point it at the space and observe what happens. IContinue reading “Work in progress”

In one of the previous entries, I mentioned how surprised I was to end up with observations that the photograph I have taken led me to. This picture is similarly a product of an unplanned approach, and following my eye as well as embracing mistakes. I noticed a herbal infusion steaming on the hob, beamsContinue reading “Changing focus”

For this photograph, I contemplated exploring randomness. I picked up my camera and, from the point I was standing, looked around the boat 360 degrees. I decided that I will take an image of a first thing, object, or composition that will catch my eye. The chance pointed me in the direction of fingerprints onContinue reading “Fingerprints”

I presume I can speak for many of you lucky to have a familiar in their life (I don’t like to call them pets, I see them as companions), that it must be one of the best things to endow upon a homestead.Till June this year, my life has been terrific, and I did notContinue reading “Alejandro Jodorowsky”

Twenty-one house plants and the narrowboat is the limit. Yes, I am turning into my mum, and I have no issue with it. To be surrounded by greenery is absolutely intrinsic to my life and home. To illustrate, I have a short and sad story. A few years ago, I had a fire on aContinue reading “Drops”

Music is a definition of infinity. As long as there are people on this planet, there will always be a new beat, an original rhythm, a unique song created unlike any other. I believe it is one of the most compelling forces of my existence. It changed my life, kept me sane, made me feelContinue reading “Spiralling into freedom”

The door that sees you into my guerrilla pot garden is such a significant part of the boat, and it takes me back to so many various views I have seen through it while being a river vagabond. I use to live in the middle of nowhere in Fens, Cambridgeshire, where I was fortunate toContinue reading “The lookout”

I started the summer project by answering some questions posed in the activity. Thought about what home means to me and what defines it. Has that changed over the hardship of lockdown? I moved around a lot since I left Poland at 23. I hitch-hiked around Europe on my own for a few years, duringContinue reading “Concepting for the Summer Project – mistakes/mishaps/letting go of the control”