that single thought

sucked towards a sapphire of absorption I heard the click or felt it or knew it or smelt it.. a satisfying sound and then the old gates swinging slowly in the dark upon a perfumed sea but it is a long way down and who knows what is over there I didn’t go and so

Big Cat

I am a big cat my skin ripples with purr I prance peyote fields and flying goldfish grace my keen eye bursting fireworks am I swung in a circle of sun pushing solar plexus like earth padding kneading flexing contained and not contained sweeping in up out big cat curled in a green flecked iris

Small Wire

the conditions work to crack the casing colourful rubber pursed like a mouth it began with a struggle bending hurt ……..bending anyway  see more art ? http://www.artofkundalini.com

All That Is

  in my tiny mind my pin star brain my little bitty light box my carbon printing machine here on this grassy knoll I know my pencil is dirt and YES I am only bones and orange polka dots but I see an EPIPHANY There is no good or evil, left or right, up or down,

Art and Emotions

  Does art trigger emotions in you? My body can react quite strongly both negatively and positively to a piece of art. And as an emotional intelligence educator and an artist I am very curious to understand this more deeply. I have created a space on my website to play with and research the way

Sweat and Magic

  There is sweat and magic in her creases a fragrant treasure a fervent secret there is a flashing world of neurocracy there is red and there is black there is in fact a luminous universe I smile quietly at this silken craven thought.  

Indigo Chariots

  ~suspended~ it is an unlikely animation a milky cartoon free seeming yet secured by ribbons connected to indigo chariots the colour not the speed provided by snails or gods you know, with glowing shells BUT remember please we are more than shell   we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and

Talk of Dragons

  There is talk of dragons everywhere, flocking through the sky’s of yesteryear and now their tails flash serpentine, flickering sapphire gliders… these dragons set in stone following notes they are music, made in Indian trees of China paper billowing with shine, fecund with intergalactic knowledge! Dragon rainbows, kissing ocre and wallowing in bottomless green, firing

Falling Open

    A question spreads in me, turning keys and slipping locks. Molten steel whips my spirit in long lines of burning rush. Inexplicably it rivers lava through my obstinate reality sliding bolts and throwing open doors. Sashes hit the walls and sprays of light enter me like water to the floor falling in thick crystal

Colours Of Woman

Hello Friends! I would love to invite YOU ALL to the release of my online exhibition  COLOURS OF WOMAN I hope you can pop through on the link above and join us for a little bit of fine art. Please remember to leave your thoughts on the guestbook page,  as an artist striving to better my technique