There is something to be said for new environments and spaces effecting creativity. The old building of Bayview, with it's lived in rooms, secrets and stories, a skeleton key to open the slightly jammed door, a window view of a steep hill of pine trees, sparkling moody ever changing water as far as the eye can see. Having a space to create is such a treat. A door has opened to a new adventure and evolution. From an early age art has always been there, in the form of sculpture with my Nana, at the keys of the piano with my Mother, or drawing, pencil in hand. Always longing for the brush, for the oil paint.
Finally the door has been unlocked, I'm not waiting any longer.