In early 2016 after a horse accident and for several months I felt on a long journey down, down, down. I kept wondering how much more down I can go, when a ravine will open up in a painting, plummeting me further. Sometimes its a crack, sometimes much bigger. I came to accepte the only way through this journey is to surrender to going down.

Along the way I found important parts of myself. Scary images appeared, hungry mouths, watchful eyes, lots of bones. A gold cage appeared, and it wasn’t until after the hand appeared in the cage that I found I’d reclaimed a missing part of myself, and began to write again.

Here is a few from that journey: