G REETINGS to you all, should you still be here on this quietest of blogs! This is a small note to you from the depths of my busy cr...

H UGE SKIES full of light and dark and wintering and wondering crown the granite tors of Dartmoor this November, as the mists creep in;...

Dear friends and longtime followers of this blog, which I began nearly a decade ago... It has been very quiet here, and I am sorry: it appea...

O VER THE YEARS OF BEING AN ARTIST , I have come to think of and describe my paintings as Waymarkers to the Otherworlds , as gateways, ...

This photograph seems to encapsulate how I feel right now. It was taken (by the wondrous Sylvia Linsteadt who came to visit! but more...

I T'S AN AEON AND A MINUTE since I stood on that shore looking out over the then unknown seas of motherhood which were to wash o...

  I N THE MIST OF MY STUDIO WINDOW ivy has been tracing silhouettes of cathedrals; evergreen hymns to the light in the darkne...