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Today I am going to work with Mark Vernon from Glasgow    http://archive.org/details/DataForTheDoubtfulPart7TheChildrenOfToastedCheese  . He’s going to record me speaking about some of my dreams. He’ll decide later how he will use them. It feels exciting to be using them in a more focused way, rather than as a kind of back-up for my studio work. […]

Birds have been coming increasingly in my work over the past six months. A white bird hovers beside the face of the horse in ‘The Eternal Feminine draws us on’, and it is a bird which holds the transfirgured, joyous figure in ‘The Feathered and the Unfeathered’. Yesterday in my studio I think I completed […]

Soaring, I have been soaring, I touch my toe to the ground, gently push, and off I fly.   Opening a book at random today I found writing about Rumi. It recalled almost exactly my dreams about my body, the open windows, and the flesh which is also rubies. So how did I know this? […]

About a picture with a pregnant she – animal. One particular universe; the milk from the breast of Heaven provides the ladder. Wide-cupping branches of this tree, its cells full of condensed light, branches taut, held in the air, holding me tiny, breathless, pinned to it in the immensity, watching, always watching you the deer […]

Feeling incredibly pleased by the review in today’s guide, p.37. Went out for a walk to celebrate with my magic dog Betsy, and we bought another copy of the paper. www.newlynartgallery.co.uk

Working today on the original or organismic self. The part we are born with, our true self. Where the true and best part of us lives, is found. The large canvas is now exploring a figure about to be born from the flank of a doe. The figure appears to be wrapped in a cocoon […]

I was working on the largest canvas today, hoping it will be complete in time for my show at Newlyn Art Gallery. I have also been looking at another recent one, a young deer raised in the air, an adult hind above, a young human below, perhaps she is reaching for the faun, perhaps she […]

One day whilst walking through a forest we came upon an enormous pile of fresh dung. It was literally crawling with blue-black shiny beetles; I have never seen anything like it before. On another day, whilst taking a rest (it was very hot, my pack was heavy) we sat down at the edge of the […]