Art

  • Equal and Opposite

    I could never be famous. I could never be okay with receiving messages, some very heart felt and beautiful, no doubt, that I couldn’t respond to. It would hurt my soul, I suspect. And so, although I suspect that my… Continue reading

  • Free

    It feels as though a part of me has been set free. Over the past few years, I have been working with the aim of writing and illustrating a picture book. I’d still love that very much. But something has… Continue reading

  • Creating an art business that sells comfort.

    I’m taking the leap, and I’m so very excited. There is a beautiful feeling of comfort within as I embark on this new phase of my artistic life. For the past few years I’ve been aiming my art and writing… Continue reading

  • Starlings

    I needed a bird name for my story, so I googled: common birds of London during war time. Starlings was the answer. I couldn’t think of a more poetic bird name to include in a story. There is a week… Continue reading

  • 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