My Brain, if anyone wants to know

As a kid, and even now, my biggest adventures took place in my mind. I always wanted to see inside. See inside old houses, inside people, inside the things I could not open.

I have had countless dreams of cottages, cabins, houses and mansions of all types and in those dreams I went into the interiors. My dreams were often bright and colourful. The leaves of time are lifted and sifted to reveal what was once activity in these places. Details are there as I open old cupboards they reveal their contents of cups plates and saucers from the mid-century as well as books and papers and old faded wall paper. I also find new rooms I have never seen before, in my house and I feel such an excitement. I don't always know how they end, these dreams, but I do remember the vividness and details.

When I paint or draw I use some of these feelings and recollections to help create a small story. I always want my work to be meaningful and thoughtful. Often my work ends up crowded and I do love detail.

What am I doing with each piece? I have at least 100 or more works that sit in the cupboard or are in my portfolio and there are always more coming. I do not go out to market my work.

I do not show them to very many people except the occasional friend. I don't market because it causes me too much anxiety. They will just be there in my cupboard or in a folder where they are safe and sound. Someday they will be seen, just like in my dreams, someone will open the cupboard and there will be art galore and stories to tell. They will show my lifetime, my adventures and my dreams.