Back in my studio in Newlyn I’ve been working on drawings, prints and writing which I began on Iona. Or rather the seed of them germinated on Iona. When I work I need to be able to open my body fully, to become part of the process, and I realised on Iona that the impeccable nature of Iona makes that a more fluent and powerful process. The pristine nature of the place enables flow and connection.
waiting 
you a tower I fly about
dream of breathing under water
to flicker to release
the saint and the oystercatcher
the bond resulting from acts
red grass and arms
he whose roots grow upward with hand on belly
girl saint with her bird and protector
And I’ve been making written drawings…
even though I haven’t been to the sea today I can smell her, she is in this room; the otter stalks my dreams, and trees which float, and people left behind; and bending to the breast of a bird, my hands behind my back.
..Or feeling the head pressed against my belly I press the sky into yours; I have control over my heart I say, casting a pink net (bestowed by dusk) around me. Bird on my head now eyes closed, eyes open
Crouching with wounds and flowers. Planet seed growing in her mouth
pink cloud of knowing
around her crown
With fifth foot she tunes in with her heart
Heart with heart foot