Time is passing by so quickly these winter months, where does the time go!
Today the sky was heavy with fast moving smokey clouds that seemed to make the hours rush past me as I draw and paint my new ideas and recipes of magic colours and patterns. Weaving a dream carpet of story and myth in painting.
The last week I find myself looking out for the first signs of Spring. Snowdrops beginning to push up through the leaves, their white flowers contrasting with the rich dark earth. Shining beacons of the first flowers and imbolc quietly approaching as mother nature breathing her children awake and bringing new life after the sleepy winter.