


The Race Against Time / Beyond Time Will time run out for our feathered friends? Media: Acrylic, oil, cocnut husk, wood, feathers, linen cord, metallic thread, mica, handmade papers on

Time melts behind the screen. . . I dreamed I was the feather of the blue heron. Now I am here, later I will be there.


Swirling heat of a summer’s day bursting into a brilliant summer night.

The crescent moon worn by Diana is said to be the Ark or vessel of boat-like shape, symbol of fertility or the Container of the Germ of all life.

Shattered silence as the night falls and the sun slips into the river.
