It feels like so long ago that the D. O. was started that I kind of forget that I ever made the images… It’s strange how at the time you feel so immersed by them but then over time you see them with new eyes as though they’ve been drawn by someone else.
At time of initial creation, I often felt embarrassed by my crude scrawlings and daubings… Only being able to see the faults and imperfections and what they weren’t rather than being able to find the beauty inherent in what they were…
As time passes I warm more and more to my work and little by little I fall in love as I open my eyes to the bits that do work and how the imperfections are a facet of their personalities…
The above images were early stages of the process… I can’t really describe my process well as it was intuitive and experimental… Mixed media and having to learn digital ways to manipulate what fell onto the page into being what I saw in my head…
The above images evolved into…
Flying Kites 
Ouroboros Unbound
After finding these memories I wondered how many hard copy images I had. I dug out my old sketchbook with all the chicken scratch pencil marks and I’m surprised I manged to draw anything from them… Out of the back of the book fell an A4 piece of paper… I dusted it off and decided to give it a frame and let it take its place more fully in my space…
It’s easy to think of your images as children… But also in my mind they both bring memories of these words…
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself… You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow…”
Kahlil Gibran
Do I own my children/paintings? No!
Do I take ownership of the many hours I put into creating them? Yes!
I also feel a sense of guardianship and that my role is to do my best to help them survive, to give them a chance to enter the world and find their true place…
The D. O. as a project is dead. The images are the bare bones in the ashes, the remnants that survive the flames to phoenix rise and fly again…
The D. O. has gone. A new incarnation is beginning to form… There is a new name gifted by a God Parent and known by a Goddess Parent… Until nearer the time of going full-term and into delivery, that name shall be kept by myself and handled with care…
The pure and blessed way 