Showing up in my art room recently, a wave of painful emotion presented itself. Perfect timing for a painting. Time to let it rise, let it out of my body, and process the pain. Honoring this process, there appeared a bee and a child. The bee lay dead, the child lay wounded, surrounded by chaos … More Bee Sting
i did not paint my praying man, i did not paint him – praying man; he just appeared one cold dark night, his outline showing in the light; ‘do not fear’ he said to me, ‘your spirals bring you clarity, your colour and your vibrancy is blessing those who choose to see’.