I always knew that one day I would write a book about the creation of Snazaroo the face painting company I developed with my husband Paul back in 1984. The time had to be right…
Time is burning away the essence of desire, together we run around the circle of want finding ourselves back at the starting line. I am to hold my dream in my own two hands and…
what is noise?…
Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and plight, what is necessary to create, a crying child with hallowed frown upon a mothers holy gown, she lacks a canvas to present,…
Seldom gate is swinging slow, beyond the path we seldom see. And should we seldom want to go, The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee. A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh, for we shall seldom…