Hello!

I’m a writer and artist with a passion for folklore, myth and magic. I love changing up the perspective and stepping into the minds of witches, selkies, ghosts. From murderous mermaids to the local troublesome trows, I love exploring and creating otherworldly creatures and bringing them a little closer to home.

I soar as the world turns to winter. The heather is purpling, like swathes of velvet upon the green, grass-tufted land.

– The Croak, Ellen Forkin
A pen and pencil laid on a piece of paper with printed text on it.
A digital drawing of a faerie with long hair and pointed teeth and ears holding up six hag stones. The lines of the drawing are black on a light tan background.
A colour photo of Ellen, a white woman with brown hair and glasses wearing a blue coat and scarf. She is stood in front of the Orkney seascape.

I swipe a hand over the kitchen table. Still, the bird droppings stay. My hand is nothing but shadows and light. I pace, silently, no little huffs of breath. I press my hand to the windowpane, mouldering to green and black. It does not shatter. Start smaller. I notice her then, outside my house. A click and a flash. She walks away, with a tiny image of my house, grey upon grey. I pace. Stop at the butter dish, white spattered. Press hard. With a crack, it splinters, capturing the weak sunlight in the new-cut glass.

The Cracking of Glass, Ellen Forkin