My latest commissioned painting happily unveiled. As its title suggests, a tale of the rhythm and movement, the transient impermanence of life…..Of having walked from far inside yourself out into the revelation…. So beautifully articulated by one of my favourite poets, David Whyte….
For those who never made it home….we remember. My great uncle Frank was one of those. My Grandfather’s younger brother, he emigrated with the family to New Zealand from Gloucestershire in 1905 as a sixteen year old. A musician and like his brothers and my father, was a farmer from Rongotea. ‘But all that my mind sees… Continue reading Standing Tall