What does ‘home’ mean to you? Is it a physical structure? Is it a location? Or maybe you associate it with a person or a feeling... this is something I've been thinking about a lot recently. Where is ‘home’, what makes you feel at ‘home'?

This particular home in Treasure Beach will always play a huge part in my journey in Jamaica. This is where I learnt to pick ackee from the tree and cook it on an open fire. This is where I decided that I wasn’t taking my return ticket and that I would stay in Jamaica and get my citizenship.

Thank you Dawn for letting me live in your original ‘home’ when I didn't have one.

While walking along a peaceful stretch of beach in St Elizabeth I met Randy. We talked for a while and he told me that he writes poetry. 'Love inspires me,' he told me. 'I didn't grow up with love, I spent a lot of time by myself as a child.'

Randy told me we wasn’t taught how to love, but it has been something which he has found strength and purpose in.

Randy is soft spoken and very shy. He explained to me that finding people to trust and be able to talk to is hard within his community and that when you find true friendship it’s something you must hang onto.

Eighty taught herself to crochet at ten years old. As a young girl she slowly built up a collection of works which eventually allowed her to leave home at fourteen and provide for herself. Eighty crochets swimwear, tops, shorts, hat and skirts using colourful cottons. Over the years Eighty has created many outfits for her children, always experimenting with different styles. She prides herself on not following patterns but instead coming up with her own designs.

Eighty creates from home and sells mostly through word-of-mouth.

Rankine took up painting after he broke his leg slipping on a banana peel. Determined not to let his injury hold him back, he traveled to Kingston and took a courses in sign painting. Using biblical references, photos, images from books, warnings, cautions, historical fact and his imagination, Rankine has developed a large collection of designs over the years.

Displaying his work along the roadside in St Elizabeth, Rankine links his signs together with wire, stringing them between a wooden frame to make one large installation, catching the attention of passersby. Rankine believes that his true purpose is to create signs that will educate children and pass on important messages.

Bamboo King created his first animal head in the early 2000s, inspired by a bamboo root he dug up while collecting materials for a building project. In 2015 Bamboo King moved to a property along the beach in Annotto Bay where he established a sculpture garden using found objects collected from the beach. Stacked coal castles decorate the perimeter around his home accompanied by drift wood and animal head rods.

Bamboo King’s practice involves working with the natural forms and contours of materials so that they form a union and fit together willingly.

Merlene lived and worked for most of her life in Kingston but has now moved back to Oracabessa, St Mary. Everyday she visits her mother (who she calls grandmother), caring for her and making sure she’s okay.

Hard work is crucial for survival, Merlene explained to me. When you work hard you’re able to only support yourself, but also your family. This is something Merlene tells her children and grandchildren often.

Born in the fishing community of Treasure Beach, Georgie captained boats for most of his life. An injury to his back prevents him from going out to sea, and now Georgie now relies on his carvings to survive.

Although Georgie carves a variety of objects, his life as a fisherman continues to inform a lot of his work. Georgie carves Jamaican canoes, which resemble the traditional dug-out canoes his father used to build by hand from cotton trees. This is a practice passed down from Jamaica’s indigenous Tainos.

Georgie works with lignum vitae (wood of life), a high quality wood native to Jamaica. Nicknamed 'iron wood’ it is a labour intensive building material which requires a lot of time and energy to shape. With limited resources and tools, Georgie continues to use a completely hand-based practice of carving and whittling.

While exploring Constant Spring Arcade in Halfway Tree, I stumbled across Gabrielle at her workshop. A born entrepreneur, a self-taught fashion designer with a mission, ambitious, hardworking, business savvy with a contagious smile. The following day I came back with my camera. We spoke about life, work, family expectations and the importance of positive African consciousness within Jamaica.

Thank you Gabrielle for your pure light and positive energy, you’re truly inspiring!

Check out Quaint by GSC to get your hands on some of Gabrielle’s work.

St John has been creating bead curtains for nearly 30 years. Over time he started integrating found plastics from his community such as lighters, rum bottle caps and hair beads. St John combines the colourful plastics with natural Job’s tears, a seed collected at certain times of the year from along Jamaica’s riverbanks.

Slicing his lighters up and creating vibrant zig-zagging patterns, St John's curtains reflect the sounds of deep reggae and dub which is constantly pulsating through his workshop.

Sassy Sue lives and works in downtown Kingston, Jamaica. She's been a hairdresser for 18 years now and has her regulars who keep coming back. Developing, refining and perfecting her craft, Sue takes time, care and pride in her job, building herself up independently. This is a woman who has put her mind to something and made it happen.

Jamaican woman have a strength, drive and power that has truely inspired me to dig deeper and push harder. There are a lot of narratives about women who depend on men and who don’t want to work within Jamaica, but in reality there are just as many (if not more) narratives of women who are making big moves through their independent businesses. These are the stories I want to hear, these are the stories I want to share.

Big up yourself Sassy Sue. You are a strong, independent and successful woman!

Trained as a pastry chef, Bingy took up weaving late in life after having a stroke which left him without movement in three of his fingers. Over time he has developed a hat design which uses locally harvested calabash with a brim of woven screw pine. Bingy exhibits his work from a roadside rest-stop in Annotto Bay, hanging his piece on wooden beams and bamboo posts along the outside of the building.

Bingy’s calabash surfaces are left rough, raw and natural; highlighting their organic textures and unique characteristics. With limited tools Bingy works slowly and methodically to create each hat. To create the ventilation holes on the side of the hats - along with all the holes to weave into -Bingy uses a small razor to bore through the calabash.

Searching for Old Spanish Bridge one day I ended up getting very very lost, taking an hour detour as google maps led me to a random bridge in the heart of St Mary, way off course!

Along the way I met Bobo and his son at their bike shop. Bobo invited me in and showed me around this shop. I asked if I could record a story on him and he smiled broadly, ‘yes!’ At the time I didn’t have my sound recorder so I told him I’d be back. It took 7 months before I was able to return but Bobo remembered me and was happy to share his story.

Bobo remembers a time when his business was flourishing and he had lots of customers. Now, people get gifted new bikes from family in America and they’ve stopped using small businesses like his own. Regardless, Bobo continues his work as a mechanic and does his farming. This is a family business and Bobo is proud to have trained up his children with valuable skills.

Ever since he was a child Wildlife has been dreaming about mermaids. They visit him regularly. Sometimes a single female, sometimes a whole family of them. Wildlife has never met a mermaid but he’s on a mission. When dark comes he takes his goggles and flippers and dives in Port Antonio Harbour. The bigger fish are sleeping so he told me it feels safer to explore by night.

Brown has been weaving since she was twelve years old, a tradition which runs in her family, passed down to her from her grandfather. Using screw pine, harvested from along the coast, Brown combines twill weaving, plating and plain weaving to create her baskets, adding little cross-stitches throughout her work for detail.

By passing her work over a fire made from waste straw, Brown is able to extract the natural oils from the screw pine, leaving her finished pieces glossy. Within Jamaica, the techniques and designs Brown uses have become rare to find.

Lottery scamming is an ugly business which happens in Jamaica. This is an illegal practice which bleeds innocent victims bank accounts while simultaneously causing gang wars and way too many violent deaths. In 2018 lottery scamming brought a state of emergency on different locations across the country.

There is a strong and powerful energy which pulsates through the rivers of Jamaica. A calming, healing and nurturing energy. An energy that can be harnessed. An energy that is believed to bring protection, guidance and good luck. This is an energy which needs to be approached with care. It requires the wisdom and guidances of our elders and ancestors. However this is also an energy which has interestingly been channeled into the fraudulent practice of lottery scamming. Misused, manipulated and abused.

I recently visited the spot where I first heard about Jamaica’s fresh water mermaid, in 2016. I’d just arrived in Roaring River, Westmorland, and was planning to base myself there for a couple of months. Bobo and his best friend Dexter had taken me to see the different natural springs and it was here that they introduced me to the folklore of the River Maid.

The three of us sat at this river on my first day in Jamaica staring into the water. Bobo and Dexter silently crushed weed into their palms. Then Dexter turned to me, ‘you believe in mermaids?’ He asked. An image of Ariel popped into my head and a silent chuckle began to build up inside me. Without shifting my gaze I nodded enthusiastically, waiting for the punchline of the joke. ‘Good’ he said. I lifted my eyes, trying hard to keep a straight face, and looked him in the eye. His face was dead serious. I stopped and quickly swallowed my smirk. Hoping he’d go on and tell me more…. he did.

Dexter isn’t with us anymore, (which is a story for another time). So now when I return to Roaring River it’s just Bobo and I who sit by the river. On this visit we talked a lot about Dexter. I told him ever memory I had of him. We laughed hard remember how ridiculous he was and then we cried. I told him that one day I’ll make a film about that time, to really honour Dexter, ‘like a proper film.’ Bobo grinned at me. ‘Yesss, you have to!’

I will.

At the back of Constant Spring Arcade in Halfway Tree, there is a little record shop run by Morton. His main customers are Japanese tourists looking for Jamaican 60's records. He used to sell crafts but now has gone into the record business. Vinyls are stacked ceiling high in boxes and crates which fill his shopfront. Morton told me he doesn't organise or categories the records as it wouldn't be fair. One person might want to buy all of them and leave nothing for someone else.

I love this concept. It's such a different logic. Perhaps Morton genuinely wants his customers to all have a fair go at finding a hidden treasure or maybe he thinks the longer they have to stay and search the more they might buy… Or it could be that he just can't be bothered sorting them… Whatever the reason, this idea made me stop and smile. It’s so different from the usual ‘buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell’ of conventional capitalism that I’m used to.

As I was leaving Morton gifted me a record and thanked ME for my time. Again this made me stop. I was the one asking him for the favour and for his time. I thanked him and told him I didn't have a record player but he insisted I take it anyway. I his this Morton with a new perspective and warm feeling of gratitude.

For Alexis, it's the strong women in her life who have guided her, taught her and kept her aiming high.

Take the time to give thanks for the beautiful role models in your life. The women and men who push you, support you and encourage you all the way. These are the people who influence and inspire, these are the people that set us on our track and watch us fly. Take time to be a supportive role model, take time to nurture and uplift the people around you.

Just off Parade, in Downtown Kingston, you’ll find Shabba the barber doing what he does best. An artist when it comes to the shears he knows his craft like the back of his hand.

The confidence, respect and pride that people take in their craft is a Jamaican characteristic which I have fallen in love with. There is such a beautiful sense of dignity and self-worth when it comes to talking about your skill-base and profession. In other societies this might be seen as being egotistic or conceited… But to me it’s refreshing and also very important. If you don’t believe in yourself, value your own work, then who else will? Confidence inspires confidence and the more you appreciate your achievements and skills, the more

If you’re in the neighbourhood and looking for a trim give Shabba a shout!

In the hills of St Mary sits one of my favourite spots to swim, Old Spanish Bridge. Shango, grew up at this river and has since taken on the responsibility of being the ‘River Keeper’. Shango has been looking after this spot for 11 years, keeping it clean, watching out for visitors in the water, planting flowers on the banks and maintaining the swing. Shango is the River Keeper!

Everything about this young man's story, passion and goals makes me smile from the inside out. If you're in the area go visit Shango and help supporting the brilliant work he's doing, preserving and maintaining one of Jamaicas hidden jewels.

Rohan is a plumber from Kingston and works at the National Water Commission. On the side he does extra plumbing jobs outside of his work hours.... to get ahead.

When I first met Rohan he explained to me some of the ways that he feels Jamaica is stuck within a ‘plantation mentality’. How people have been divided and broken for so long now that it's become part of modern life. There's no support among peers, between brothers and sisters of society. If you're getting ahead others will become jealous and try to pull you back and hold you down. This is a phenomenon in Jamaica known as ‘Bad Mind’ and seems to be prevalent across all aspects of society.

Since I've been in Jamiaca I have this has defiantly been a common narrative and experience for many people I’ve met. When it comes to career and ambition people are constantly remarking at how quickly those around them will try to stunt them.

Thank you Rohan for sharing your insight.

Near Roaring River, in the mountains of Westmoreland stands this ancient silk cotton tree. These incredible trees which were spiritual and sacred for the Taino (first inhabitants) have continued to be significant cultural landmarks across Jamaica. The cotton tree has served as a site for gatherings, rituals and ceremonies and are used in various medicinal remedies.

As I sat with Bobo and listened to his stories, I could feel the power and energy which emanated from this tree. Apparently there is always a blue house underneath a cotton tree, and this is where mermaids make their home.