Christmas 2013, “Star of Wonder”



My “Star of Wonder” ultimately depicts an event that forces you to change direction completely towards something higher. This event makes it impossible for you to move or think in the same way as before. It carries with it a deep longing to seek a higher, deeper, more expanded truth. To leave wherever you are now for higher ground. It is clearly a Divine intervention; a beam of light from above that shines from far away into the unclaimed, disowned, dismissed parts of ourselves. My “Star of Wonder” came in the form of a series of events this year, some joyous, some heartbreaking but it was clear that everything that has happened was all far beyond my own doing or creating.

Even as a long time meditator there are times when I just can’t find the God within. Yet in those moments it is amazing to find that yes, God is out there as well and can be seen and perceived clearly through the lens of humility and vulnerability if I let it. If I allow myself to see He is as much out there as in there. The prayer and the silence are in perfect unison. The Yogi and the Christian parts from my roots in perfect unison finally, no longer a conflict. A healing and an expansion that has changed my path and my perspective entirely, allowing for a much broader pathway for my ancestors to love and create through me. Westward leading, still proceeding…

These events, these unmistakable Divine interventions reconcile what is disconnected in me, if I have the faith and trust to see them that way. We are being healed even if it hurts like hell. What’s more, we are being brought to a place that we might never ever go on our own. No longer able to contain the darkness, we put our face towards this beam of Divine Light and begin to travel willingly… we move towards what is holy, what is sacred and only that. We move unswervingly towards what is true, what is meaningful and beautiful – towards what is clearly the road Home, my path illumined by pure Grace. This new path has illumined our minds and hearts so we can no longer see or follow anything else but this Light. It is the path of Love. Star of wonder, star of night… westward leading still proceeding…..




I played this incredible rendition of the classic “Star of Wonder” by Tori over and over while making these drawings. There is nothing like it; filling me with an elevating exalted spirit, triumphantly moving upwards and onwards….. Heaven is here, Heaven is there, and it is a major blessing to experience it all as a gorgeous Divine Orchestration – it is a blessing to surrender to this “solar fire”.. westward leading, still proceeding ……………


“Star of Wonder”

We three kings are coming again
Bearing gifts from the east, from the east

Some say a star will rise again
In the hearts of humankind
Some say we have been in exile
What we need is solar fire

Star of wonder, star of night
Star of royal beauty
Westward leading, still proceeding
A star ‘ceeding, a star of wonder

We bring gold and myrrh for Him
From the east, frankincense from the east

Some say a star will rise again
In the hearts of humankind
Some say we have been in exile
What we need is solar fire

Star of wonder, star of night
Star of royal beauty
Westward leading, still proceeding
A star

Star of wonder, star of night
Star of royal beauty
Westward leading, still proceeding
A star ‘ceeding, a star ‘ceeding
A star of wonder, of wonder

Merry Merry Christmas to you all. May 2014 bless you with the greatest and highest perceptions of whatever is given and not given. May you find a deep contentment and bliss that only the best kind of goodness can blossom and thrive from.


REPLICA – Martin Margiela Scent Memory exhibition for SHOWstudio

A group exhibition in London at SHOWstudio featuring artist’s work incorporating Margiela’s new line of fragrances. We were all given a fragrance to inspire a visual that came from the unconscious to the conscious mind. Mine being “Promenade in the Gardens”. I loved this process!

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My scent memory: “BOYS IN THE TREES”

Almost immediately this brought me back to the foyer in the house I grew up in. Perhaps this scent was close to something my mother wore or maybe one of her friends.

~ My mother and her friends are getting set to go out. The women are all dressed up. The front door is open, the cold air comes in from outside, their high heels clicking around on the octagon tiles. Their coats on, perfumes all intermingling with their laughter and jokes. I am sitting on the stairs watching through the banister.

It is an innocent time, full of wonder and confusion. This scent carries the resonance of a grown woman. It is earthy and sensual, warm and confident yet it brought me way back to a time when being in the fullness of being a woman felt very abstract and far away. I am reminded of a brilliant song by Carly Simon from the 70’s called “Boys in the Trees”. She had such a way of describing that time and this song describes my inspiration for this drawing perfectly.

I found a rather young and introspective photo of Naomi Campbell by Steven Meisel which had exactly the right feeling for this as she was the model that I given to incorporate.


Carly Simon “Boys in the Trees”

I’m home again in my old narrow bed
Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end
The low beam room with the window looking out
On the soft summer garden
Where the boys grew in the trees

Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault
Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
And the silent understanding passing down
From daughter to daughter
Let the boys grow in the trees

Do you go to them or do you let them come to you
Do you stand in back afraid that you’ll intrude
Deny yourself and hope someone will see
And live like a flower
While the boys grew in the trees

Last night I slept in sheets the colour of fire
Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires
Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze
And watch by the window
Where the boys grew in the trees

“Boys in the Trees” is available for purchase at the SHOWstudio online shop.