Bind me with your eyes
suffer me
stretch me
and then bind me.

flay me with your mind
caress me
soften me


Tightly bound
a parcel of love
suffered in its making
and floundered.
Care for me


There are pathways now
around you and under you.
Can you see my approach?
I will find you
[The creation of my art is a physical, expressive ritual. My hands welcome-touch the sensuality of the materials. As I move to apply and consider; my mind moves and merges my experiences, my truths, my whole being. Stimulated and awakened by colour and texture my nature-self emerges as if by alchemy.]