Pure Heart
The sky is still murky - but no longer 'pea soup' - I have been struggling a little to find my creative voice - I haven't missed it - which is more worrying than it not being around. Usually if my muse is resting, I keep working through until she returns, sorting supplies, creating backgrounds, working on digital imagery & photos.....however, I have been deep in 'self' preservation mode & haven't even noticed her gone. This piece has slowly emerged from a quiet reflective place of slow progress..... the pure heart is NOT mine - in fact, I think it is when we are at low points that we can see ourselves for who we really are - without veils....& I have been saddened to see malice & hatefulness in my heart born from my grief - I was saddened to discover it - such debilitating character flaws........things I need to attend to............

anyways - the PURE heart is a friend's - a precious person who challenges me to do better - & to press forward.
I have found 
great cathartic pleasure in beating, drilling & cutting up bits with my Dremel lately. I have enjoyed the tactile sensation of working with heavy & solid things - metal & stone. Paper seems so flimsy at the moment........I have been drilling little stones, working my way slowly through some marble pieces (hard work on the dremel) & creating some bits for later use from old cutlery.














































