It’s No Kind of Magic

‘It’s the Magic Shop!‘ shout my children as we drive past.  There’s an image of a top hat and cane (they think it’s a wand) outside, so Abracadabra, it’s a magic shop. It’s not a magic shop… It is called Snooty’s,...
The Art of Shouting Quietly

The Art of Shouting Quietly

My eyes were meadering aimlessly over the fonts and designs at the bookstore and BANG!  This title with two words that shouldn’t be together, grabbed my attention.  “The Art of Shouting Quietly”.  After hundreds of bookcovers that rendered me bored,...
No Zzz’s Required

No Zzz’s Required

There I was on a train, drawing Lucy dozing in a hammock, eyes closed and the woman next to me starts a conversation. “Are you a professional artist?” Interesting question. I pondered the possible meaning behind that – what does she mean by a professional...
Mirror Mirror On the Cloud

Mirror Mirror On the Cloud

When you look in the mirror, who do you see?  Do you see the real you – the truth of you?  Do you see how brilliant you are, the treasures within, the genius that lies in your heart and soul?  Do you recognise what is amazing about you? Are you able to look at...
Your Mojo Is Not in the Fridge

Your Mojo Is Not in the Fridge

Ever opened the fridge, stared at the contents within and then after a few minutes of idle staring, shut it again?  Ditto a bottle of wine (not staring, probably drinking it), or buying something you don’t need on eBay.. The thing you are looking for will never...