Human of St. Andrews

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one woman's story. 

"One of the worst things I have done was probably when I pretended my younger sister Hebe bit me. She was a big biter and ate anything in her way and one day she chewed up four of my crayons. I was so mad I marched to the end of the house, bit my arm so hard I drew blood and blamed it on Hebe. She was sent to bed with no dinner for being so naughty. I got two ice creams that night. I told her years later and I think she is still a little bitter about even now." 

Human Of Edinburgh

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one man's story. 

"The very process of carving stone excites me every time I approach it. Watching the form emerge as I carve the excess material, and being responsible for something as rigid and formidable as a stone being reduced to a swathe of soft fabric is in equal parts, both a joyful and perplexing thing.

Regardless of the scale or complexity of the project at hand, I still go to work with the same eagerness that I did when I first started carving. Each piece of stone has it's own unique beauty, formed over millions of years, and it is a privilege to be the one to reveal it"

Human Of Tiree

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one woman's story. 

"I didn't always want to be a potter, I just sort of fell into it, tried it and fell in love with it.

We work as a team, I paint most of the designs, while mum does more of the throwing. It takes longer than you think to build up the layers. If it gets too wet the handles fall off...then mum has to redo them."

Human Of Montrose

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one man's story. 

 

"I joined the Merchant Navy when I was fourteen, all the ships had boys the same age as me. Was a skivvy most of the time, used all over the ship, including in the laundry. Didn't have to iron or anything, just put everything through giant metal rollers - was an easier job in there. During crossings the weather could be bad, waves that were huge, I can't even describe them to you. If you were at crest of a wave you were so high you could see down into the funnel of another ship. I've been at the trough of the wave and could see the keel of an others ship looming above me. One minute you could see the other ships around you at sea, and the next they were no where to be seen.

I bought myself a uniform and put a star on the cuff of the sleeve. We didn't need to wear one but if I wore it on land it was a ticket into anywhere. People who see me dressed in it would just assume things about you, I was no officer, they weren't' to know. Doors would be opened, drinks given, every pub or club I got into when I had that uniform on. I've still got it."