May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. Neil Gaiman

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours Kinky Friedman

Wuk Wuk

I wake and the rope is still there

Tightens in my rounded belly

Little fisherman pull harshly

Rough Seas ahead

The basil is dying on the windowsill

The flowers wilted in the garden

Everywhere I go I see you

My punishment from God above

Wuk Wuk visited this morning

Watched me get the shopping from the car

He didn’t fly this time he just looked at me

My cheeks wet again

I am, I am, I am

Art with happiness…

Some people talk about the adversity of artists. The truth is sometimes art comes from adversity and sometimes without those pressures or prerequisites you are left quite literally without any subject to paint. My life story has been one of adversity and then as I made plans to be educated and leave that behind the characteristics of maybe me and that past life echoed on. I have made mistakes as an adult but it has resulted in four beautiful children the most four beautiful children ever known. These children have experience life and courage and adversity but stand strong and are true bloody Scottish resilient people I am in awe of who they have become and how they strive with hurdles to be better people in this world and hopefully to be kind. I also have the beautiful privilege of my partner David’s family being the same with family values about truth, transparency and family connection. My art as a result is dry I have no pain to report on. I am happy I am experiencing happiness. The end .

A Forgotten Tale……

I sat looking at the light

The bird singing

The paintings in the room

Wide mouths that I painted

Strange men in bow ties

The past haunts

The Wine drank

The bottle empty

And then there is you

Train gone

A whisper of a love story

A forgotten tale

A last gasp of life

Of emptiness

The Prince

The Lost Prince…..