Gardens have printed themselves into how I see the world.
These dark blooms may be holding space for what’s to come.
Or these dark blooms may be holding space for light.
An awareness of what has been.
Veiled Garden Series, Dark Blooms 3’,
original photography, digital collage.

“I live between both the light and the dark. I have settled quietly into an illuminated dress made of fine dimensions and honourable presence. ‘Peace’ I say to the dying sun each end of day, ‘Salem’ I say to my home where the ‘King of Light” lays His kisses across my linen drawn windows.”

Have you heard of the Moon-people who live amongst their fidnemeds, or forest shrines?
The nemeds of the sacred groves, where Her ancient people pass through worlds unseen, forgotten to the unaided eye. 
Where worlds upon worlds wrap in nature’s embrace and the mysteries of Her flowers reign over prophets and the Dream…