PASTEL
DRAWINGS & SKETCHES
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PORTOFINO
COLOUR
Sun-lit days and sparkling, seaside nights. Lemons and Jasmine hang like jewels in the patio garden. A blue bird passes the score to the nightingale, as the owl gazes on; a warm breeze running twirls through rustling, soft feathers.
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SACRED
MOMENTS
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Bathing in the elements, lost and found at sea. In the deep waters a song penetrates murky gloom; a lighthouse threads, through the clouds, the way home.
Lost and found between the notes, sailing up, up into the big blue sky. I am brought closer to all that is, the sacredness of each passing moment glistens on the edge of vibrating string - we sing out into infinity.
RITUALS &
MAGIC
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TUSCAN
ESCAPES
Hills rolling for miles, inner silence. I can hear the birds sing and taste the sweet pine on the fragrant wind. Leaves rustles and glitter in shafts of golden sunlight. Home, home, glorious home!