I wake to listen
and walk the curved back
of the ridge
the intensity of mass
rising. Chalk bone
under soft skinned
grass.
I work with drawing, poetry, painting and sculpture to explore an embodied relationship with nature and place.
'You sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.'
Rilke 'The book of Hours'
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