J. L. Nash was not born in the South of England but just on the Tees, and was taken from sprout to grass in Zambia and then South Africa. Education was sadly disappointing never reaching potential, talking too much in class, daydreaming, writing poems instead of handing in mathematics homework. Now… her husband gives her a B+ in the bedroom so that she keeps on trying harder. She avoids fulfilling all her dreams, leaving some out there. Some say of gypsy origin, some say it’s simply Celtic colouring that marks the face as age creeps in… Her collection of ukuleles all have individual names. Allergic to mint, but permanently hypnotised by a 176 cm Calvin Klein model, her passions on the page are only whispers of the stories told behind coconut trees and from inside underwater wrecks. She did teach when she couldn’t do, but now she does. Her time is divided in unequal fractions between London (UK), Scotland and Australia as a writer, Neuro Linguistic Programming Trainer and Master Practitioner, Clinical Hypnotherapist and Forensic Investigative Hypnotist.

Image: © Christina Kruse, s.p.i.o.n.e. Archival pigment, printed in 2009 edition 1/3, 40.6 x 50.8 cm