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Writing - “I watch the Waves” - 2020 - Poetry

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Writing - “I watch the Waves” - 2020 -  Poetry

I watch the waves crashing, coming for me, then easing back - becoming the whole body. Sometimes I catch the moment it breaks- I hear the ache as it crashes into itself. It slowly fizzles all the way until that fizz reaches to greet me Right at my feet: Fresh and Pure. And forgiving. A new wave has come and gone. I stay watching. Tomorrow the pull will be different and the waves will be too. It's all water, Moving. I watch, as the One between sea and sky Just as the Moon above sky and sea.

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Writing - “Shape of Home” - 2018 - Poetry

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Writing - “Shape of Home” - 2018 - Poetry

If I’m shaped by all my experiences, then why am I left feeling hollow? “Make space, make space!” They say. There’s more of them to home. Aren’t you lucky that I’m open? Open to receive and give and give.   Why am I the space you occupy? Why am I the space to gather round, To sing your war songs, your silent cries. While I- Constantly swallow the gratitude of being the space you call home.   Yet all I want to feel is home again To feel like I belong in my skin, again. In this mind, and soul,...

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Writing 29.12.2020 -Instagram

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Writing 29.12.2020 -Instagram

“I will Become, I am afterall, so Unbecoming.Dear Diary,Another day is here.Another went by.Writing, drawing, waiting. I lie. Not waiting. But trying to invite the fullness of waiting.In the mean time, it's all just here and not yet there.Physically here, but haven't yet determined what my coordinates are. Wait. What if I don't have any?Crazy burns.Ps I look at this picture and I see the personage I want to embrace. She looks like she's onto something and that she needs nothing. No need. No need to explain. And it's enough.I'm out.“ posted to Instagram 29.12.2020

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Love, Suspended - Valentine’s Day has come again

Love, Suspended - Valentine’s Day has come again

LOVE, SUSPENDED 2020 limited edition digital print seriesHappy Valentine’s Day ✨🌱🤗❤️When I was invited to create work for the Eclectica Contemporary ‘Margins’ womxn’s group show in 2020, my process included digital colour and texture studies (seen below) before I created the oil paintings which were included in the show. “Within the Skin 1” 2020. Limited edition print on Textured silk paper.  The prints in the Love Suspended (love is in the air) were born from the concept of memories of emotions within the body. How nostalgia is both separate and inherent- how it is suspended between the physical and non...

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Writing - a birthday poem for Cayden

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Writing - a birthday poem for Cayden

A poem for my eldest son, Cayden, on his 14th birthday. A dedication to him and the waking up to adulthood and awareness.

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