A felt sense of the energy of the last year, circling me in a cloak of darkness. I hadn’t noticed the rainbow on the photocopy of the page I did last year the day my brother died. It must have been cast by the crystal in my studio window when I photo’d the page.  I am surrounded by angels.

‘Never was a horror experienced without an angel stepping in from the opposite direction to witness it with me’ Rilke

Its been a year