Garden Wall

This is a mix of my garden love affair and my admiration of pigmented plaster walls falling apart in the stunning sun of Central America. My photos were captured in Guatemala. This collage is also reminiscent of the gorgeous flowered canopies one walks past in the narrow streets of San Pedro.

The Mossy Abbey Garden

I love making abstract art, full of texture and patterns. Every layer is from photos I took in Abbey gardens in France. I feel so much mystery created between source and art, through abstraction.

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Original photography, digital collage.

I have a large collection of photos I have taken from my travels through Central America of worn walls in antique streets.

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Seeing through layers of paint and plaster intrigues me, and any efforts to replace or upgrade them.

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I love to see the memories of a wall that so many of us walk by in a public thoroughfare; when I am far from home this evidence comports me.

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…