The Ganges flows through his hair
A cobra is wrapped around his wrist
Beneath his foot a a monster squirms
Held firmly by the throat
And Shiva dances in his ring of fire
Watercolour on paper
Bare Bones
Bones stripped bare of flesh
Pumping blood
The organs and cartilage and gristle
Wetness, slipperiness and mess
Leaving a dry clean purity
The bare bones of a woman
Pink
The Tarot had the Devil, the Moon and the Tower all in one reading, shattering the pink sweetness.
watercolour on paper
From Adam's rib
BoneFeatherBodice, ink on Japanese paper
To my daughter
My advice to you, dear daughter
is to press your feet firmly into the ground
Feel the earth between your toes
The dirt and grit and stuff of life
Feel it in your body
It is full weight moving upwards
Then lift your chin and face what is in front of you
Stare it unflinchingly in the eye
And give it what for
indian ink on paper
Air bone feather
Feathers falling
Through bone
Like water but
Light as air
ink on Japanese paper
Half of a whole
Fragile tissue
Bone and fibres
Hanging from
Red beads like blood
ink on Japanese paper, pins and red beads
Pelvis
The tendon is damaged, torn from the bone, it needs time and stillness to heal. The surface is without feeling but there is a deep ache in the bone. It was a small thing that caused it, holding tight to anxiety, clutching fears closely, afraid to let go. The sadness comes in dreams, gently and you are there, quietly being you. You worried in life but in dreams you are more reassuring, as if just your presence is enough.
Skirt, ink on Japanese paper