Our answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon a crafted winter wind. There is no stopping then I know, from out of mind,…
Read MoreOur answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon…
Campello collection. The many soft and silent footsteps walked up Church Street on to North Hill. They walked below me in slow motion, where from the top of my garden I could look down on…
It is lovely to find a small space to be creative, so I thought I would just share some of the fun moments I have had whilst painting.…
The universe, some would believe, has the power to send you where you must go for your own good. I have been asking for this for a while now. Well, not quite asking, more akin…