The focus of my writing and painting is to reclaim the Divine Feminine as the source of all creation challenging the assumption of a male God. My view is that patriarchal religions across the world have usurped the power of the Divine Mother, Gaia, who predates traditional world religions by eons.
I see the cosmos and life upon earth as interconnected. I believe everything is one organism, indivisible from the source.
This view of the world seems to me to be particularly potent in the light of our current planetary and human suffering, when the need for healing, love, compassion and a revolutionary change in life-styles seems our only hope for survival. Structures, with an emphasis on power, hierarchy and empire have led the world to the brink of extinction.
I walk along the coast and through the green fields and look and see and feel nature. I write, I draw and paint.
Through the Markmakers workshops I have been exploring the recycling of materials, such as discarded paintings and old magazines transforming them into new images, waves of colour and collage and connecting these images to poetry.
Throughout lockdown, Markmakers has brought me opportunities to play with shape, colour, words and materials through the technology of zoom. I feel COVID is partly responsible for the unexpected gift of saying yes to joy through art making.
Your Beloveds Are With You
Tell me, is this the parable of the
Prodigal Mother returned
After forever in the wilderness?
Mother of falling stars
The Great Universal Mother
The Goddess of all
Shut out, sent down, called witch,
As if that’s a bad thing.
The Great Mother laughs
The cosmos ripples
Whole galaxies fall apart.
From Her bones chaos,
The universe, the stars, the planets
Were all built
Waltzing the earth awake
On the rhythm of Her feet
Fermenting the stars alive
Verdant green and
Gentle words into lush grass,
The warmest chestnut,
Bold azure and soft cherry blossom.
Inside us She grows a soft meadow of magical
Chamomile, poppy and calendula.
Yours is the tenderness of the way
Where the darkness takes the night’s hand.
You are where salt water meets sweet
Great Creatrix of fragile fluid things,
Wild woodland nymph who spilled
Whole forests from Your tongue.
The great grey cities are all You too
The jewelled throat of The Queen of Heaven.
You are the miraculous day,
The dark of the singular night
And as you rise
Your beloveds are with you.