As an artist
I look for the figure in motion
in all organic forms
until it is fixed in my Inner eye
my hands follow the lines volumes rhythms
release the shape
turn round the centre
make visible what is hidden
the pain the fire the dance
Life
Woundwood
nothing is perfect
everything falls short in some way
A little scratch, hurt, wound on the skin of the soul
there is beauty in the imperfection
images of the wood of old trees
a hollow Cherry tree
an age old Lime tree that was hit by lightning
the crashed Pear tree
and another victim of the Dutch Elm disease
new tissue formed around broken off branches
to cover the hole to heal the wound
its own structure
woundwood
