Carousels of letters and images have been spinning inside me for half a century. It’s time for their release “¦ it’s time to tremble “¦ rejoice and fly. Until now only my patchwork of prose has been shared publicly (Masking The Madness). The fables of felt, velvet and cotton, stitched together with barbed wire and magic have made sense of my relationships with lovers, angels, families and friends. I have masked the mundane with lyrical myths. It’s not enough “¦ my scissors need to cut and my brush wants to sweep the visual pus “¦ my narrative … into a collage of colour, in a bid to help me heal. These expressions are often spiritual, spontaneous and intuitive, Inspired by my relationships, frustrations and environment. Mixed media offerings have been discarded, accepted, digitally recorded, and then framed … frozen in flight.