too many words

I have too many words to say. I talk too much, write too much, can be Too Much. But it's just that there are too many words to say. And sometimes it feels like I get lost in them. Lost in their possibility, Yes. Lost in their beauty, Maybe. Lost in their overwhelming expectations, Definitely....

to conjure you

"I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me; my way is to conjure you..."

remembering myself

I had the unparalleled embarrassment and joy of watching a video of myself from 7 years ago the other day.

I gave grief a different name

This is a poem I wrote recently. I don't pretend to be a poet, but I'm challenging myself to share more of what I create - so here you go!

where is the love

We are exhausted. Where IS the love?

the size of a canvas

One of my favourite creative and pedagogical concepts is one that I have dubbed 'canvas size'.

start somewhere

I have never made a sponge cake.

who are you today?

Which you are you today?

once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a character in a story.

if you can’t say something nice

Clearly, I have not been sharing anything that I've been making for a while.