This morning was nice and mild (for those of you who don’t live in the West of Ireland that means it was only raining some of the time), so I went out to my garden to fight with the weeds. I love being outdoors, all my troubles seem less important than they did before I went out. My brain forgets what it was worrying about and starts to dream again.
I need to have time to dream, to imagine, to just think of all of the possibilities. To me it doesn’t matter what I am thinking about, I could be imagining what life is like as a bumblebee, or imagining who lived here hundreds of years ago. I have always wondered about everything, from a very young age I wanted to know the how and the why about EVERYTHING!
My art work comes from the time I spend dreaming, I get this sudden urgency to create that will not leave me until I have finished. For me creating is not a choice, it is something I must do. I cannot feel happy or complete without it.
I have to go now, I have work to do!
