Happily Adrift seaweed with its beautiful shapes and

with its beautiful shapes and nurturing greens

watching it all and part of it all

Standing under a swooping flock of birds brings an exhilaration that echoes the feeling of being bounced around in the waves

Golden Hour - those evenings - all too rare in the UK

picked from my garden and placed in a glass bottle

Happily Adrift seaweed with its beautiful shapes andA painting from The Water Goddess Collection. The figure, while present, remains ambiguous. A transparent hand holding a frond of seaweed; a hint of shoulder; legs dissolving into the patterns of light on the water. You might not even know they're there at first glance. It is a privilege to be here, to get to immerse in the natural world our home, because we too are nature. We have a place in the order of things, but we are not the subject. Painting