When I was a kid I used to look forward to the summer holidays so much! I would literally count down the days until the summer break.
No school, longer days and the freedom to do whatever I wanted with my time at last…
When I was a kid I used to look forward to the summer holidays so much! I would literally count down the days until the summer break.
No school, longer days and the freedom to do whatever I wanted with my time at last…
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had pink hair, green eyes and loved stripes.
She wanted to become a writer so she could write stories about clouds turning into dragons, teapots filled with green smoke and horses living in a magic forest ruled by a panther, ridden with trolls and elves.
This hare represents my transition into 2016 as I painted him yesterday evening, on New Year’s Eve.
“The past is another land, and we cannot go to visit” – Cressida Cowell.
This morning this cow came to me, as a reminder:
i must honour my duty, stories have been brewing.
i know her.
as I’m busy preparing and thinking
about this coming workshop,
she came and nudged me gently
“keep going, do not stop
but remember our story”.