New Creations

The smell of decaying leaves nauseated me. Though decay and death is an opportunity for rebirth, it feels daunting. The nights are ever so quiet, stars brightly lighting the pathways of the galaxy.
During the course of a painting there are many choices to make along the way, much like life. As Joni Mitchell says in her song 'Blue'; "Songs are like tattoos, you know I've been to sea before."
Sunday is a wonderful day to go to the farmer's market. This group from South America called Nuna'y was playing. Slightly overcast though not cold, the breeze wove the airy Andean Zampoña music into my heart centre.
Winter continues. The severe cold temperatures have left us for the time being. Soon the light will increase and nights will grow shorter.
The snow eater winds have tousled trees and have brought the magpies out of hiding rattling bones and garden gates. … Continue Reading ››
Spring is sure to be close by. I spotted a flock of bluebirds this week while out on a walk.