Bound by an Infinity Scarf

I just found a beautiful old love letter from my husband Sean that expresses how I feel each time he visits me here in Florence¬†and goes back to England again: “Each time you visit me all of my world tips a touch, tips to your touch, and I need to revise my charts and tap…

Flying pelvises & camera obscuras

The woman on the top of my book cover tumbles into sleep with a twist of the toy’s ribbon and soon she’s dreaming that there’s a demon on her thigh. When the paper coin spins, the woman becomes blurry and merges with an image of a little demon printed on the opposite side of the…

Rock paper scissors?

I’m very proud to dispel the myth of the rock, paper, scissors game. With my paper-cutting I go through about five to ten blades a day – all worn down and useless as butter knives through the sheer force of paper. So next time I play that game and someone throws two fingers in my…

My love in and out of a painting

While I’ve mostly been spending my time these past¬†few months getting my editing business off the ground and putting in long hours on magazine articles and manuscripts, etc, I’ve found a little time to create mixed media paintings, which I love doing so much. The serendipity and messiness always bring surprises. You can see my…