As a child I found magnetic appeal in a simple piece of paper. It presented an invitation to creation.
Whether it was for fashion design, poetry or chorographic notations – I found sheer unadulterated pleasure, in a piece of paper.
With age and wisdom I laid aside my aspirations of becoming a fashion designer or ballerina because, quite frankly, I had no talent at all.
Writing became my outlet and my vice; writing is what I love and what I do.
To this day, my hand will stray to touch any piece of paper.
* image is of “Peacock Pride” by Christina Re available in Perth at Felicitations