This is where my heart lives
Eighteen hundred miles from me
the tides roll in and out
I feel them in my body still
hear the wind in the fir tops
smell the salt flats

Open to the sky

Drift, break apart and again

Still a cloudless heart

BLACK RAVEN
~Thought~

LEGEND
On a cold, wet day in the ‘distant time’ when the earth was beginning to dry out after the great flood, Raven was flying above the shore wishing for something to relieve his boredom. He noticed a bright shiny object on the beach partially embedded in the mud. It was emitting strange squeaking […]

without words
images
another way to think
not think
winter sea
sky ice
sound
smells
these lay themselves upon the paper
and it is done before i knew it began

WHITE RAVEN
~Memory~
In the Circle of Hel White Raven rides upon Hel’s left shoulder. She represents memory. When Odin carried the ravens, “Thought” and “Memory” out of the circle both were black. Odin never worried about “Thought” but was not sure if “Memory” would survive. It can be read as a story of the changing […]

Places in my past often lie behind my paintings.
When I was a young woman I lived in the Canadian Rockies. My partner and I had developed a liking for ice climbing. On one adventure we decided a particular frozen chute required maximum daylight to ascend. We drove out the afternoon before and set up camp […]