Give yourself to the images which are, in fact, already there..

Making art is a journey..

To recognize that mystery, we must go down deep into ourselves, into that place where the walls of our being are layered with our own memories. Remem….

Come into my lap and sit in the center of your soul. Drink the living waters of memory and give birth to yourself. What you unearth with stun you. Yo….

In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, i….

I am born connected. I am born remembering rivers flowing from my mother's body into my body..