In the bleakness that is my current existence due to weather and varying degrees of pain, I am caught unawares by odd moments of serenity. I think that it must be something to do with a combination of light, stillness and favourite music suddenly making me aware that all is not quite lost....

The butterfly is considered to be a symbol for the soul in many cultures.

In Ancient Greece the word for butterfly was psyche - which translates as soul and was also the name of Eros' human lover. They are often depicted surrounded by butterflies.

I have seen no sign of butterflies for many weeks. My picture is from a sunny day last year - I remember it well....

A wet Friday in Slawit....

My poor soggy garden and dripping washing line.

A small lagoon appears at the back of the studio.

I can hear banging from the cellar. Is Mick creating an ark I wonder? And where on earth has he sourced the gopher wood???

Painting safely delivered...

My painting was finally delivered last week. I had to drive through floods, torrential rain and landslides  to get it there but I did it! The weather was truly apocalyptic and as luck would have it the CD I was listening to was as well. It was a curious coming together of the macrocosm and the microcosm in perfect harmony. I rather enjoyed it.

Anyway - here is aforementioned painting in situ.

Am really pleased with how it looks.

Am available once again for commissions.....!!!