Art

  • The Business Card of Dreams

    This little sweetie will be coming with me to Kid Lit Vic, this year. A children’s book conference, where picture book writers and Illustrators gather to, not only learn a thing or two, but to pitch our hearts work to… Continue reading

  • Rejection

    I’ve just been drawing pillow cases. Joyful pillowcases. Sad pillowcases. Cross pillow cases. Is this really what the world has come to? Actually, it’s a lot of fun drawing pillowcases. The sweet darlings feel as though they could have been… Continue reading

  • Life, However It Looks

    Life, however it looks, is the question. Love is always the answer. Continue reading

  • Keep Stepping

    How dear you are to this world, you must never forget. How days cannot be as they should be without you. Keep stepping. Continue reading

  • Drawing

    Every spare moment I have is spent drawing. It is an obsession. An itch that will not go away, no matter how vigorously I scratch it. It is all a great mystery, this creative road I travel. Art has been… Continue reading

  • Pure Bliss

    It is a softness that becomes me, and I am gone. Lately I am understanding more and more about this mysterious creative force that takes me, and yet, truly, I understand nothing. I know it uses me in ways I… Continue reading

  • She Drifts, Again

    It really did seem like the perfect plan. And so I did it. I set up an official page on instagram to act as the much longed for social media home of ‘The Little Blog of Everything’ and all things… Continue reading

  • Love Is

    May they find the hours of my love for them strewn upon these coloured pages. May their names shine with my love, and may their eyes light with the truth of all they are. May these hours, and these pages… Continue reading

  • The River I Am

    The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading

  • Insomnia

    I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading