Fences
I grew up in a suburb of Sydney that was still considered bushland. Full of eucalyptus trees and mysterious creeks (which were probably...
Life in the City
One of my joys as a child was watching ants. Whether just in the garden going about their frantic activity or in ant farms where I must...
Where's my Gate
I travel a lot! Too much some would say! I spend a lot of time in airports and they are always enormous. Why are my departure gates...
A virtual, international community - finding my tribe!
In 1993 we moved to Portland, Oregon. I left behind my business, my friends, all my connections. In Portland it was dark, it was raining...
Reflecting on the Past or the Future
Sometimes when you are struggling to find inspiration for a theme something just happens and presents itself as the perfect thought. I...
I Am Who I Am
I am an introspective type of person. I think I am the only one who truely knows the mess that is in my head. So I felt I should attempt...
What is my Identity?
Identity is a tricky prompt. What is your identity? There are many studies about identity which only serve to confuse me further. There...
Behind Closed Doors
We all wear masks. We wear different ones for different audiences or situations. But one thing is common - we take them off when we go...
Broken Circles
The world is a sad place at the moment. There are few countries who are not suffering either politically or environmentally. The prompt...
One Step at a Time
Time is sometimes cruel. While making this quilt I tripped over some uneven footpath and broke my ankle and wrist. Luckily I had finished...
