This morning as I opened my eyes to the new day, I felt a surge of panic pulsate through my body, from the top of my head to the very soles of my feet.

‘You can’t do today,’ it whispered quietly to my very core, ‘you cannot manage life’. ‘Don’t get up, stay where you are, you are safest right here.’

I looked up and there She was, on the wall. She blew me a kiss and said ‘Good morning! Get up! It’s such a beautiful day. There’s so much to be done!’


Crow Woman Transforms

Well, who would’ve known? Crow Woman became ‘Gypsy’. And what a joy she is to me. She is many colours, many beings, many things. She’s seen many things and has much more to see. She is actually, layer upon layer upon layer of love. And she loved me back, even when I hated her. Still she blossomed. Still she evolved. Still she became.

Just. Who. She. Was. Meant. To. Be.


I’ve been away from my blog for a while. I find it difficult to be here for some reason. I’d much rather be painting. It is so much easier to me to add my progressive photos to my facebook page click here to view!


Crow Woman

Apparently the raven teaches us that light or wisdom can come from the darkness. Now that certainly feels good to know. It seems that I’ve run from darkness for a very long time, unprepared to look at the parts of myself or my history that bring me pain.

It’s beautiful arty women like this that help me to confront and work on the deep, mysterious, uncomfortable parts of me.

Crow Woman, acrylic on canvas.



In the Swim

The turtles appeared very early. I told them ‘no! it is too early!’ and did my best to ignore them. I continued to paint layer upon layer, thrashing around in my art room like a crazy woman, dancing & singing loudly, welcoming the freedom my art space offers me, where I am able to be me, in all my rawness and humility.

Then I saw they were smiling at me. They didn’t know if they were swimming in the sea or flying in the air, and they were accompanied too.

And it was right. All was right.

In the Swim‘, acrylic on canvas, 61x77cm. 

 Try to be like the turtle – at ease in your own shell’, Bill Copeland



IMG_9981-0.JPG 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 it felt as if something that grew in the ground—asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between roof-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (The Lord of the Rings, #1-3)

A precious family popped in for a visit, papa, mama, 2 little babies and one within; an older child becoming independent. They are finding their way on a glorious journey. They see the hills and troughs of life – they rest in the shelter of the tree of life; they are grounded by the wisdom of their forefathers.

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40″.



‘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 about the quality of the photograph.

What I’d like to happen and what actually happens can be difficult to marry up, but I have found that getting ‘it’ out of my head and out into the ‘never never’, the magic can sometimes happen.

So here goes. Time to awaken my lion.

Acrylic on canvas, 51 x 76cm.