Having an imagination like a kaleidoscope allows me the ability to draw inspiration from many things, just by shifting my perspective. Therefore, my internal landscape is an extraordinarily decorative, gem encrusted place where plants can grow feathers, birds fly on dragon wings and the many faces of the moon offer wisdom and insight with an all knowing gaze.
My muse reveals herself in many guises, like watching my grandchildren play with bubbles or looking at an oil slick after the rain. Whatever my muse presents herself as, I hear her call. Transforming the visions my muse invokes into tangible dreams, challenges me to experiment and find just the right medium to reflect her voice.
The links provided here will transport you to examples of those tangible dreams.