This has been a difficult time in the studio, I have felt lost and full of doubt, lacking motivation to work in my journal or even paint much. The garden has been my consolation and the place where my creativity has been expressed. Now however, I am beginning to see that I needed this space and time to ‘not do’ in order to let go, review and begin anew. Endings aren’t always abrupt or clear-cut, sometimes they are incremental like earth drying up into dust. Something has gone, something new will begin, I trust. These images from the journal seem to be to do with my despair and confusion about the world. But it has passed. I await the next step – ‘Roads are made by Walking’.