Whimsey. Watercolour. Wolves. 

Just a few of my favourite things.

A spring day, the sun breaking through my curtains of silk. The trees outside my window. Their leaves dancing merrily. The sun peeking through branches waving softly in the breeze, dappling the lush, emerald grass below. 

A blank canvas awaits the confident stroke of my brush. A plot line swirls in my head, eager for release into Story.

Art and story. Art is story.

The Story of My Life . . .