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 … More Blue
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 … More Crow Woman Transforms
‘The beautiful one has come’. Bless.
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 … More Crow Woman
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 … More In the Swim
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
I was invited to participate in an ‘Around the World, Artist Blog Hop’ by the lovely mixed media artist, Miss Lillemor – thank you so much Susanne! How does your creative process work? After completing Flora Bowley’s Bloom True Class of September 2013, I generally work intuitively with large canvases and vibrant acrylic paints. I … More Around the World: Artists’ Blog Hop
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’.