Category Archives: The Secret Worth A Thousand

Really pleased to see a photograph of a recent work, ‘Plant Spirit’, in today’s Spectator (easily accessable on-line) as part of an article by Laura Gascoigne on recent develoments in the life of Newlyn’s art community. This work is at Millennium in St. Ives. Laura also reviews my show at Newlyn Art Gallery;  she will […]

That dream of the bright windows in my body, I opened them and light was streaming from within them. Another, of looking at myself naked in a mirror; I peeled the skin away, my flesh was studded with jewels, ruby red and clear as pomegranate seeds. A recent dream (Christmas night) of being in a […]

There is a little blue flame burning at the top of my head. It comes from my crown. A blue light sometimes burns between us, Osiris. I step into a blue fire, I step into you. Your blue flames dance all around me, blue flames like wings. A great wave is perpetually about to break […]

Trying to speak about The Mother holds back the Flood. I didn’t mention the pink band at the top, but I thought of Rudolf Steiner and what he had said about peachy pink and it’s deeply sacred associations. There were many things I could have said in my talk but did not.Partly the heat of […]

Last night went very well. Over a hundred people came to the evening, most of them to the talk as well.  I didn’t get the chance to talk to as many people as I had hoped, but I did my best! It felt great to feel so much positive support from all my peers – […]

Today was exactly one year since I received news that I had been selected to show my work at Newlyn, and it was the first day the show was open. I celebrated by taking a little walk around with Betsy (special dispensation was given; dogs aren’t normally allowed).

Today we began placing the works. Fortunately I had more than we needed so we looked at themes, sizes, colours, to try to create a pleasing rhythm of works. It is very interesting for me to see which pieces work well and which are less successful.    

Last night I went to bed wanting something easy to read. But instead I picked up John Berger’s Why look at animals? He writes about being in love, and how when one is in love, ‘one wants to make love with fish, with fruit, with hills, with forests, in the sea’. (p 94). I guess […]