The Story of Art

From a place of purity and strength when all the dross has been stripped away, then in this place where death and life exist simultaneously then all potential is born, and understanding may be found.

Last Quarter Moon “Fire Starter”

All journeys begin like this; a fragile whisper emerges, fluttering at the edge of now. Brief and hesitant, bathed in sunlight, the glistening thread of adventure weaves itself slowly behind the awareness, one strand at a time, as carefully, something is born, the seed of what needs to come next.

First Quarter Moon “Discovering The Empress”

A unique combination of Art and Story, it is a creative alliance between a writer and an artist, between two friends, and also between two mothers, but most of all, between two women who have come to understand in a most profound way, the inevitability, the importance, and the power of change. The resulting work that has been lovingly crafted from the inspiration of two people who wish to share their gifts with the world.

The Story of The Empress

I walk out onto a high cliff top… the grass is short and firm beneath my feet and is strewn with a riot of tiny flowers, buried in the soft green, giving the effect of a hand made counterpane embroidered with a thousand colours.

The Story of The Hierophant

How vain and brave her dreams of pilgrimage seem now, and as she looks at the reality of the situation, down there on the ground, in the harsh grit beneath her boots, she begins to wonder if her vision is crumbling to desert dust beneath her aching feet. Looking up from the baked earth to scan the scene before her, she feels dejected, almost hoping that a bus with “Home” written on the front will come, motoring happily over the hill, and stop, facing in the opposite direction, to wait for her to climb thankfully aboard.

The Story of Fire-Part Eight

a day for allowing dreams to rush unbidden from my fingers, to let them stream into the universe like angels, borne aloft on the breeze, igniting with the fractals of sunshine lighting the leaves on the trees, to send them adrift into the sky, burgeoning, building and snapping like spinnakers into a riot of colour and harmony, sailing free into the summer skies.

The Story of The Earth Princess

They stand for a moment… foreheads touching… the silent communion of two who have been long parted…and then they turn and walk quickly away, disappearing into the dawn, as the sap in the black trees begins to rise, and the snowdrops push their heads out of the dark earth to welcome the virgin queen.

The Story of Earth-Part Eight

“And then it starts, gradually, but it starts. One by one her troubles fall from her like dead leaves, disintegrating to dust before they even reach the floor, one by one they drop, and the layers peel away until only she remains; a seeker of the unknown, a voyager into her own soul, exploring the visions of beauty that erupt like strange flowers from the rich fertility of her human condition. Eventually she is ready, and leaves to walk upon the patterned glowing grain of the elm stairs that are worn by centuries of seeking, to walk with hope, and the knowledge that what she seeks is hard won….”

Thoth Journey

The Story of The Moon

I turn full circle to meet with my nightmares, my nemesis my saviour, I turn to face the beauty and the horror that is The Moon.

“_The Story of Water_” Part 10

My bare toes are curling up in pleasure, the feel of a deep wool carpet beneath them, and I look down to see them planted in a garden of colour. Rich reds, apricots, gold’s and ambers, riot across the floor, a carpet with a mystical story, a carpet emblazoned with the image of the Kabbala, the Tree of Life.