It seems to me this journey into paint is a dance around what is learnt in life and what is imagined in the heart, and so this piece came to me.

Imagination works it’s own pattern
Look into my thoughts you will see
The heart knows it can rebound
In life it’s not just the imagination that’s real
In the wisdom book what was writ didn’t mean much
Full of mindless gimmicks you couldn’t through your hat in with
Passing ’round messages in gloves they surround us
Daub lies in graffiti to stand to outwit us
We back off to be safe but they follow us
©Catherine Considine