A chance discovery of an artistic Soviet Ukrainian family’s portfolio prompts curator Myroslava Hartmond to reappraise the importance of life’s small kindnesses.

To be alive means to be in relation...

Théo has lived and worked in this forest, Madagascar’s Parc National Ranomafana, his entire  life.

Came on my bike, hot in the August sun and beaten down by what life had been dolloping out to me.

At the height of the pandemic we were under total lockdown here in Aotearoa. The Government allowed us to leave the house only for necessities and local exercise with those we lived with, our ‘bubble’.

Six months ago someone drove through a red light and drastically altered my life.

Everything out there is related, linked, connected.

How the ocean heals us…

It’s a very strange thing, when you consider it, that sleeping or waking, you exist on an immense globe of atmosphere-wreathed rock hurtling through space.

Wrestling with my thoughts and emotions is my national past time. My preferred coping method has always been intellectualizing, or removing myself entirely from, an emotionally stressful situation rather than dealing with it.

Our environments must be stewarded to effectively create a healthy, flourishing ground for community. This photo essay showcases the moments where rest is the foundation for winter’s ecosystem.

These photographs and prayers were prompted by a woman whose faith surpassed a great many difficult and painful things. A woman who was accidentally named for a flower of faith.

What creates a space of stillness in the places that we inhabit? What creates a sense of contemplation?

“Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.” – Toni Morrison