It is such an honour, when someone trusts you enough to open up in front of you. Let’s you see inside.Read More
And so, the original “it’s beautiful here at the edge” has sold. It’s off to Nelson on Monday.
It’s new owner, B, has children and so I worked with my framer to come up with a solution to make it kid-proof and now it has a double frame and kick-ass museum glass. God it looks goodRead More
Been feeling sick as a dog for two days. Bad headache, shivery then hot. You know how a bad cold goes.
Dragged myself out of bed this morning and into my workroom. I was rewarded by seeing the most beautiful light hitting this artwork.
Not only that, two lovely women came to pick up the print they’d bought of this artwork. They’d bought one for their neighbour, too. J and S brought their neighbour to my place and she had no idea why she was here until I showed her this artwork hanging on the wall and said, this is the gift they’ve bought you. L was overwhelmed and I got tears in my eyes.
It was so lovely to witness the friendship between the three women.
There is NOTHING like the friendship between women. The strength and comfort and understanding and love and safety within it makes the world feel like such damn fine place.
Amazingly enough, buoyed by the lovely interaction this morning, I hardly feel sick at all now… although I may be crawling back to bed this afternoon, lol.
I'm posting this image for my dear friend, M, who is having a tough time, and has been having a tough time for years now. I almost want to laugh when I think of the pressure she's under in her life. Because otherwise I'll cry.
M, her heart is so big. Being in her company you feel her kindness and generosity wrap right round you. She is also fiercely creative, with something strong and important to say. This woman she knows how to love, she knows how to be there for those she loves, no matter the cost to her self. She ain't rich. She ain't famous. But damn, she is fine.Read More
it's beautiful here
in this small room
in this small town
in this small country
at the edge
of the world
These red threads they tie us so beautifullyRead More
I dreamt last night that I called to him, and he came to me.
In the dark, with words I couldn't quite catch.
I woke up feeling open and tender. It was so nice to feel him with me, even if it was in a dream.
It's good to remember desire. That particular kind of longing, warm and hot right down deep.
I feel expanded today.Read More