11 days of sunshine

Can we ever have enough of blue skies, blue sea and sunshine?  well NO ! think I was born to be by the sea, its a place I come to when I need to think, de-stress, unwind, find inspiration and restore my creativity.  Its now over I am back in home in the uk, but looking at these images now I can still see the the boats sailing in the breeze and the constantly changing seascapes as the sun, whispy clouds and weather patterns change colours and shapes of the distant islands.  Bliss.

Wild flowers, olive and cypress trees , butterflies, beetles, lizards and swallows they all live gently side by side  here, guess the island is still lush from the winter rains, so much here to inspire.   A place to replenish the creative mind 



absorbing the energy of the sea

The Secret Life of Waves – waves are not water they are pure energy passing through water and by the law of the universe, energy never dies……….

watch this documentary here on iPlayer http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/search?q=the%20secret%20of%20waves

Port Eynon – Gower Peninsula.   a wonderful weekend walking by the sea, so invigorating, after watching the The Secret Life of Waves I now understand why I am so drawn to the sea.

Walking to the Worms Head, looking down onto Rossili Bay on a very wild and windy day.

The Gower Peninsula, Wales,  A wonderful weekend  with the ones I love

sunset and sea

I enjoyed a most creative day with a dear friend of mine in her studio.   She is a felt maker, and we sat together , chatted about our creative endeavours, and  what was inspiring us, we pulled out lovely coloured wools, my selection inspired by the beautiful sunsets down at the sea that I had been photographing over the month I had off from work.   I had gathered a stone that was really special to me and the sunsets themselves so significant.  So away we went, laying out the strands of wool in the sunset hues, soaping and rubbing.  I knew I wanted some kind of tendrils, not sure why, but now I can see.  My finished pouch that holds my treasured stone has taken on the life of a sea creature, perhaps an anemone e or a squid like being.  I am so pleased with the piece, it feels so special and has become a very treasured object.

another day at the beach

Feel so drawn to the sea at the moment, and yesterday it was so calm down at Normans Bay.   Seeing the waves lap gently on to the pebbles, almost like the water is swaying,  rocking, so comforting…………….  Just the the four of us, Kirsty, Yao and myself and dear sweet Pasha.   She had a sore foot from the icy weather so Kirsty ended up carrying her back to car.    We watched the skies as the sun slowly began to set, the apricot ribbon like wisps of cloud reflected in the pond like surface of the water.  Another day drawing to a close as we raced home to jacket potatoes, lashings of butter, a tasty ham, cold roast beef and a big bowl of salad…. yummy especially as it was washed down with  with  a glass of mulled wine.  Another day closing, and getting close to another year closing, so much has happened to sharpen my focus, and feel the urge to start writing it all down…………

The passing of another day, another life

Its been awhile since I posted, in fact it was in the early hours of December 8th.  the day a very close and dear freind, my ex husband died,  It was to be only a few hours before I received a call to say to get to the hospital straight away, his vital signs were dropping.   We were with him to the end.  The funeral was yesterday, such a beautiful service where my children and I paid tribute to him in the best way we knew how, and that was to reflect his big laugh, his ability to tell a wonderful story and his very engaging personality.

Although we had gone our separate ways some while ago, whatever it was that connected us all those years ago when I met him at 16, it was still there at the end, guess its true, that love never dies.  Living with Bruce was an amazing roller coaster ride, when the ups were up they flew into the cosmos, when they were down, it plummeted to amazing depths.  Life is more stable now but I am trying to remember all the good times of our earlier life together and the more recent times.  It was only a few short weeks ago we were sitting in the early winter sunshine sharing a coffee and a sandwich and chatting about old times, it bought a smile to both our faces and we laughed together.  Death is so final, it was such a shock and so quick that I am still coming to terms with it.

Watching this incredible sunset last night I realised how beautiful an ending can be, for in a few short hours the sun will rise again, Bruce will rise again on the next part of his journey, I like to think he is travelling back into the cosmos, his souls purpose  now over on this earth and he  will shine down on us, a beautiful star in the heavens

Rest in Peace dear Brucie


Today annihilates yesterday.  The person who went to sleep last night no longer exists.  But we to cling to the idea that we have a personal history, a past, and this this is our identity.  We can only ever be what we are in the moment.  When we cross a stream the water rushes past underneath us, when we cross that stream again, its not the same stream, its not the same water, that has long gone down stream on its journey to the sea.

Don Antonio


Oh no my tail has gone?

Last night I had a dream that I remembered, you see I hardly ever remember them, once every 3 months if I am lucky, they are so illusive normally, but last nights has stayed with me for most of the day.  Partly because I wanted to capture the feeling, and two it was rather disturbing.   It started with myself as a mermaid, nothing really new I dreamt of these before but this time it was so beautiful, my tail was long and glossy and I could feel the power as I swished it around.  Everything felt smooth and silky and laying back in the water looking up at the suns ray filtering down into the blue depths I had a strange feeling, looking down I could see my tail floating away, and felt bereft………..  I was sobbing and beginning to sink and my heaart was so sad, but then I realised I had two legs, long and lean and could swish them back and forth, and then I remembered I could walk on land and felt so excited, as I broke the surface I awoke…………

oil pastel, pencil sketches, made into pattern on illustrator