Where the Twinflowers Grow
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Where the Twinflowers Grow
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Where the Twinflowers Grow
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SUBJECT
SUBJECT
BELONGING
BELONGING
year
year
Started in 2026
Started in 2026
duration
duration
Ongoing
Ongoing
location
location
Scottish Highlands
Scottish Highlands
overview
overview
Where the Twinflowers Grow began with a question about belonging.
Not where people belonged.
But how.
I met people who had lived in the Highlands all their lives. People who had arrived
recently. People who had left and returned. People who seemed deeply rooted to a
place, and others who carried belonging with them.
The more conversations I had, the less straightforward belonging became.
It appeared in stories. In routines. In landscapes.
In objects people kept for reasons they couldn’t always explain.
Somewhere along the way, I came across the twinflower.
A small plant that grows quietly in scattered parts of the Highlands.
Easy to miss unless you know what you’re looking for.
The more I learned about it, the more I wondered whether belonging might be the
same.
Where the Twinflowers Grow
began with a question about belonging.
Not where people belonged.
But how.
I met people who had lived in the Highlands all their lives. People who had arrived recently.
People who had left and returned. People who seemed deeply rooted to a place, and others who
carried belonging with them.
The more conversations I had, the less straightforward belonging became.
It appeared in stories. In routines. In landscapes.
In objects people kept for reasons they couldn’t
always explain.
Somewhere along the way, I came across the
twinflower.
A small plant that grows quietly in scattered parts
of the Highlands.
Easy to miss unless you know what you’re looking for.
The more I learned about it, the more I wondered
whether belonging might be the same.
Where the Twinflowers Grow began with a question
about belonging. Not where
people belonged. But how.
I met people who had lived in the Highlands all their lives.
People who had arrived
recently.
People who had left and returned. People who seemed
deeply rooted to a place, and
others who carried belonging
with them.
The more conversations I had, the less straightforward belonging became. It appeared
in stories.
In routines.
In landscapes.
In objects people kept for
reasons they couldn’t always
explain.
Somewhere along the way, I came across the twinflower.
A small plant that grows quietly in scattered parts of
the Highlands.
Easy to miss unless you know
what you’re looking for. The
more I learned about it, the more I wondered whether belonging might be the same.
approach
Nobody says what belonging is.
They say it smells like burritos.
They say it has the texture and softness of a kilt.
Tartan. Dirty trainers. Water balloons. Snails. Apple trees.
Conversations wander. Things get remembered.
Small details appear that seem insignificant until they aren’t.
Everything else follows from that..
Nobody says what belonging is.
They say it smells like burritos.
They say it has the texture and softness of a kilt.
Tartan. Dirty trainers. Water balloons. Snails. Apple trees.
Conversations wander. Things get remembered.
Small details appear that seem insignificant until
they aren’t.
Everything else follows from that.
Nobody says what belonging is.
They say it smells like burritos.
They say it has the texture and
softness of a kilt.
Tartan. Dirty trainers. Water balloons. Snails. Apple trees.
Conversations wander. Things get remembered.
Small details appear that seem insignificant until they aren’t.
Everything else follows from that.
TRACES
PORTRAITS
PORTRAITS
LANDSCAPES
LANDSCAPES
CONVERSATIONS
CONVERSATIONS
OBJECTS
OBJECTS
DRAWINGS
DRAWINGS
NOTES
NOTES
Brené Brown
Brené Brown
Brené Brown
Belonging so fully to yourself that you’re willing to stand alone is a
wilderness — an untamed, unpredictable place of solitude and searching.
It is a place as dangerous as it isbreathtaking, a place as sought after
as it is feared.
Belonging so fully to yourself that you’re willing to stand alone
is a wilderness — an untamed, unpredictable place of solitude and
searching. It is a place as dangerous as it is breathtaking, a place
as sought after as it is feared.
“Belonging so fully to yourself that you’re
willing to stand alone is a wilderness — an
untamed, unpredictable place of solitude
and searching. It is a place as dangerous
as it is breathtaking, a place as sought
after as it is feared.”
Back to the hall
Back to the hall
Have a wander
Have a wander