Every story is waiting to be heard.Every story is a voice into life’s unfolding. A place. A space. An attempt. Pain, joy, growth, death, rebirth, disappearance, evolution, surprise, love or the inexplicable return. The stone, the cancer patient, the cliffs of Moher. The magisterial 400 year old kauri tree with her memories of struggle upwards, of snakes and echidnas, paddy-melons, first nations people, of birds in leaves and worms festering.
This is my story as it unfolds in art, love, justice and spirituality.
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