Caroline Hardaker

“A tree which once was a home to birds, beetles, bats – all taking the bit they need to survive, nothing more. The tree quivers with a multiverse of life, each species coming and going with hardly a twig snapped or leaf dropped. But we don’t do this. We take all that the tree will ever have to offer and zip it in a bag or lock it in the bank.”
― Caroline Hardaker, Composite Creatures

“When every day becomes a dance of repetition, soon you’re switching on autopilot more than you’re not. You’re barely there, until one day the light switches on and you wonder how the hell you got to where you are.”
― Caroline Hardaker, Mothtown