When Steve was eleven he spent a Christmas somewhere warm and found this shell in 7 feet of clear seawater. He dived several times (to check it was not occupied!) and made a real adventure of collecting it. It represents personal rather can commercial treasure, the passion of a solo pursuit and the glory of simple pleasures.

This is the pen that Steve usually writes with. It's not superstition, it's just a nice pen. And he's had it for years. And it's usually to hand. Anyway.
It represents the facility to express experiences both real and imagined through art, writing or music. To be a conduit for ideas developing and being realised. To seek (through ideas) an understanding of this human version of self. To follow the story with interest.

Steve had some Housemartins nesting in the eaves of his house. The babies fledged early and two became stranded in the garden below. He moved them carefully to a safer position. They continued to be fed by their parents until they were ready to depart a couple of days later. Steve thought it was such an amazing privilege to have a tiny new creature perched on his hand.

With some help, Steve's garden has actually yielded something edible! Not a great harvest, but hopefully the beginning of something that will eventually produce whole meals.

When Steve was younger he had an idea for an aircraft that could transport him, garden to garden to his friends houses. He used a wooden teachest for a cockpit, plastic bin-liners stretched taut on bamboo canes for wings. His grandad gave him a small propeller, which he attached to the front of the craft with a nail. Only then did he realise that no one else was travelling in a similar style and that the craft would not actually be leaving the ground. Although he is grown up now, Steve approaches all his projects with a similar (if sometimes silly) passion.

When Steve was a boy he lived in America for a while and enjoyed entering and disembarking from the family car in a similar fashion to characters in a popular TV show. They didn't bother with doors either. Eventually growth restricted his manoeuvres. Later he owned a Vauxhall Cavalier that could only be accessed from the boot. Weirdly, as an adult, unconventional vehicular entry had lost its sparkle. Especially if parked on a busy street or if trying to be impressive. As if cursed, Steve later owned a Volkswagon Golf, whose handles were stolen one night. Steve made a mechanism out of string to replace them. These days he is riding high (see ArtCar!) and uses his door handle proudly.