This Is Our World. Aye, There's More

My Work Explores The Frontier Between Rationalism And Superstition And The Wavering Boundary Between The Two.

She Finds Tales Everywhere, In Grains Of Sand She Picks Up From The Garden, In Puffs Of Smoke That Drift Out From The Chimneys Of The Village, In Fragments Of Smooth Timber Or Glass In The Jetsam. She Will Ask Them, "where Did You Come From? How Did You Get Here?" And They Will Answer Her In Voices Very Like Her Own, But With New Lilts And Squeaks And Splashes In Them That Show They Are Their Own.

This Is Our World. Aye, There's More Than Enough Of Darkness In It. But Over Everything There's All This Joy, Kit. There's All This Lovely, Lovely Light.

We Have To Allow Ourselves To See What There Is To See, And We Have To Imagine.

Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.