Seasons change like memories. Swelling on a yearly cosmic tide.
Never free from change, we move like blood coursing through a body, pumped by a heart under the pressures of life and circumstance.
“Memories of writing letters, poems and post cards as a little girl flood my heart. Whether it was asking Santa at Christmas for a list, flirting with words with a boy I admired in school or writing to my grand-father far away in the east of the countryside. It was an art form I loved, for the mundane reason that I was always filled with admiration at my handwriting”.
Portraits of Pain
I love telling stories. I write about my experiences of life, art, travel, culture, poetry. I even journal about living with my genetic condition.
But one day I decided it would be great to express in a different kind way. I wanted to tell mine and other’s stories of living with our genetic condition through visual imagery. [project]