Sparrows know more, even, than you - 
know in their hollow bones that lines do not exist, anywhere; that passage from one place to another comes in the pulse of a heart, the beat of a wing.
Catherine McGuire

Welcome to my site

My work, both art and writing, comes from my journey in the world, my sense of playfulness and my appreciation of nature and the mystery of life. It also comes from the dark nights; the losses and the lost times... forever striving to understand what it means to live.


-Excerpt from poem Cartographies of the Heart, in Palimpsests.