Peaceful or asleep?
June 11, 2011
Are they at peace? asleep, or blissfully unaware…………. I am exhausted, physically exhausted and drained of every ounce of my energy. Been packing and unpacking, putting together bookcases, tables, and trying to bring harmony to my new offices, its a slow process, but an enjoyable one.
I want to be asleep like these precious beings, they look so peaceful but my mind is working overtime, thinking, thinking and I actually want to be asleep, blissful, restful sleep so I can awake afresh and make the most of tomorrow.
Pencils, graphite and colour and a little imagination
sharpen your pencil?
October 5, 2010
Wow, sharpening ones pencil !, this gives it a whole new meaning…………… There is nothing quite like that feeling of getting hold of your scalpeel and paring of slithers of wood to reveal the shiny graphite core. Honing the lead to a find point is magic, a wonderful feeling……. However look at what this man does with his pencils !!! Dalton Ghetti, american based carpenter who apparently spends years just doing one piece, a full gallery of his work appears on the telegraph website.
labyrinth
February 5, 2009
My mind is ever thinking, searching in the labyrinth of intricate patterns, memories, dreams and nightmares
I will not die an unlived life
January 12, 2009
In the summer of 2008 I spent a magical weekend with friends at Glastonbury, Isle of Avalon.
During the weekend I was read this poem, it really touched me, at that time I had drawn a whole series of sketches, one seemed to illustrate these words perfectly…………. what do you think? The poem is by Dawna markova, a lady who has single handedly changed the live of so many. see her blog at http://dawnamarkova.blogspot.com/
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
