The Serendipity of Dreamwork
Something is calling me towards re-engaging more fully with my dreams. What started as decluttering my house led to a kind of decluttering of the mind: holding on to the…
Something is calling me towards re-engaging more fully with my dreams. What started as decluttering my house led to a kind of decluttering of the mind: holding on to the…
In the room of my soul, there are arched windows. Made of stone, they crumble a bit. But the windows frame the ever changing landscape. I keep an eye on…
I want to share with you a dream I had, as the imagery was so powerful, it has given me much to reflect on. I’ve called the dream (and the…
They move with the time of day and make visible the dance of the breeze. Dappling the world shadows are darkly mystifying. When I paint shadows, I often use all…
Creating art has changed for me in many ways. My eldest son, Jordan died in a car accident in March this year. He would have turned 26 on the 18th…