Creative Soul
As an inquisitive child, I created magic with brush strokes soaked with colour, weaved tapestries of binding lines, shape and texture. I locked life’s essence into paper mirrors, etched through a lens. I sculpted beasts and curious castles that came alive in an unlimited mind. Child’s play was my gift from the gods; an endless ocean of possibility that I was cleansed in. Anointed their instrument, I made music with splats and scratches, fingers and…