Who Is The Free One?

It is on the longish side today and a bit psychological. I started to draw when I had a very strong pain. I held on to the act of drawing as to something that saved me from sinking in a bog of pain. I did not want to loose my humanity. I also held on…

The Blanket of Words

It looks to me at first that I have nothing to say. Then it comes to me that the balance is important. It is like a very complicated collection of so many different shapes and colors, and it all has to be in balance. What do I mean by balance? I mean that when you…

Enjoying Marrakech, Enjoying Riad Saba, Enjoying the Difference…

The dust was whipping all around the streets, whirling around, stinging our eyes, getting into our mouth if we didn’t keep is closed tight… The bright blue sky, and searing heat, that had greeted us when we arrived, was replaced by heavy humid grey… We had lunched in a little restaurant with brightly coloured table…

I Want to Grow a Witchy Garden

When we moved house last summer, we inherited a fantastic large garden. It has established trees and shrubs, a rockery, a strawberry patch, and all sorts of other hidden delights that I am excited to discover as the season turns. We moved in June, during the summer heatwave, so most of the plants had already…

The Floating ‘I’

It has a sense of order. It has a sense of belonging (parts belong together), of keeping harmony. It has a sense of playfulness. Cleanliness. Clearly it speaks about front and back. But they are very close to each other. There is no depth here, except in the white that may go to eternity. There…