Mother. Earth

Harvest Dance

I am seeing, capturing, reflecting upon, my life, my journey. Resonating ripples of intuition and instinct, of being in touch with a time, a space, a feeling. Motherhood, childhood. Observing the sensual joy and exploration of primary experience; the evolution of the human being; the fledgling flight, too quickly wished away in our modern society. The child on the fluid journey of transition. Hold on! Once we were all children! Run Free!

Mountains, upon which the mothering hands of time have caressed the scars of the birth of Earth; Ancient trees standing sentry at the gates of the past; late evening shadows on the finca wall, clarified by the aperture of the eucalyptus; Silence ringing in opposition to its very essence over expanse of desert; turkey buzzards dancing in the thermals; a pine cone resting in the presence of a fallen ancestor: narrative of connected thoughts: something found, placed, found again, drawn together by an extraordinary object: the seeds of life; the open roads, beckoning, alluding to all that lies along them. Space and perspective provide the contrast to the raw elements shaping the Cornish valley of home.

Into The Beyond