My paintings are not the fruits of my imagination; they blossom from seeing with my inward eye. I feel greatly blessed and honoured that I am able to see these other realities in their own truth. Although the paintings are but copies of that truth, their colours are much brighter and they look much more alive and sparkling in their original “beingness”.
How does one see? I’m sure there are methods of obtaining a way of seeing but I have no known method, it just happens or comes to me. I could be washing up, going upstairs or when I am in the garden. I am an ordinary person living an extraordinary life, with a wonderful family and dear friends. These I treasure and my inner life is part of that, with added dimensions of magic and a strong conviction in miracles, love and healing.