One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them. Filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present : like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I don’t know, but … More Family


‘A lion sleeps in the heart of every brave man’ – Turkish proverb. Maybe every brave woman too? I would like to be braver in my blogging, even just showing up more for a start. I’d like to be less concerned about how and what I write; whether my paintings are ‘enough’, and less worried … More Lionheart