Artist

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Breath

    I am the same breath as my art. Continue reading

  • A Friend Of Convenience

    Her art is a friend of convenience. It absorbs her. It turns her delicate into raw and beautiful scenes of naked flesh on linen. It turns her hard into lashings of angry black with no recognisable form. The artist removes… Continue reading

  • The Dreamer in Me

    It’s a world for thinkers, isn’t it, this one we live in? A world where everything has a name. A world where everything and everyone has a reason to be. In this thinking dominated world, it’s all about the boxes,… Continue reading