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Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician, Writer
"Music" by Anne Porter from Living Things: Collected Poems. Β© Steerforth Press, 2006. When I was a child I once sat sobbing on the floor Beside my motherβs piano As she played and sang For there was in her singing A shy yet solemn glory My smallness could not hold And when I was asked... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite pictures, circa 1963, is this one of me and my Mum in front of the Christmas tree. It's badly taken, that's for sure. Probably from my Grampa Percy's camera. I noticed that my Grandmother Winifred appears reflected in the living room window of my childhood home. Kind of spooky, considering my... Continue Reading →
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