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Sleeping Witch

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Old self portrait.

Searching

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I’ve looked for your love
everywhere
in clouds and trees
and in thin air
but after searching
a day and a year
I can only conclude
I will find it
nowhere.

You are gone
permanently,
a door has closed
definitely,
I feel it, I sense it,
it’s what I see
when I look up
at the clouds, air,
trees.

Everywhere
nowhere
everywhere
nowhere
gone forever,
at least from me.

by The Witch’s Promise

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Morning Shadows

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A photograph taken whilst half asleep.

Gold

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Gold

I shut the shutters when you left,
they made a dry sound
like bone on stone.
I was left empty, bereft,
with things to turn around,
stones to sift over for gold.
And now, all I have left
are the old chips of memories
of good times to hold,
no arms to fold around me
and just a box of old things.
With no future I can only nurture
what is left:
two shining, permanent rings,
and memories, the gift
to the bereft.

by The Witch’s Promise.

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Self Portrait, Experiment with Light and Dark

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I like my self portraits to give a small part of the story so that the imagination of the viewer is triggered to fill in what they like of the rest. I enjoy using Photoshop like a paintbrush because I am an artist before a photographer.

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Ripples

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I have been reading an old journal I wrote,

discovering patterns in the flow of my life I couldn’t see at the time

but now it’s as if I stand above them and see them clearly

like ripples on water.

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At The River, Again

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This is a beautiful, magical place near to where I live.

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When You Lose Somebody

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When you lose somebody you don’t just lose that somebody
You lose again, everybody
You ever lost before.

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At The River

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Silhouettes

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A Very Special Friend

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They say that humans and cats have lived alongside each other for 12,000 years, a special relationship of mutual help and affection. I love this beautiful puss more than words.

St John’s Wort Summer Shadows

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St John’s Wort, the herb for depression. It can be taken internally but since dosage is uncertain and tablets costly, it is better done the witch’s way. Pick a sprig on a Friday and carry it with you wherever you go.

Depression is a horrible condition because it saps the colour out of life, clouds judgement and saps your energy at the same time. A doctor once told me that depression goes away on its own and that drugs simply support you and help you to feel better whilst this process happens naturally.

I believe that everything living wants to heal on all levels, psychologically as well as physically.

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Sweet Cherub

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The sun highlights the face of a garden cherub and the shadows seem to bring it to life.

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Magic of Flowers

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In a garden green and gay
All my troubles fade away
Sweet contentment there I find
Joy of heart and peace of mind.

Patience Strong

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Cold, Stony Silence

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This is an old photograph of mine. I experimented with sitting the dress on the bench and it seemed to convey a feeling of coldness and silence.

Buddhists say, let go, let people walk away and then they can only hurt you once in one moment.

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The Simple Beauty of a Sky

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Do we really need to acquire beautiful things when such treasures are there when we look up?

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A Water Nymph

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An old watercolour I did a long time ago.

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Lonesome

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The Dark Goddess

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This image was made by photographing a pebble painting of the Goddess (by The Witch’s Promise) and turning it into an ink stamp to produce the eerie face peering out of the darkness. The face is essentially young but the textured surface of the pebble is suggestive also of The Crone aspect of the Goddess.

We often see the Goddess portrayed as the fertile earth mother, the young flower maiden or reflective crone. Perhaps we go to her when we are troubled or in pain and feel a sense of having been healed or made to feel more peaceful. But she has a dark side too: she is ruthless when it comes to being in charge of her own creation. When it is the end of a cycle of life and time for a living thing to die, no matter how young, no prayers will prevent the process. Life is born out of death, death is what she stirs inside the cauldron of creation. It is the compost she spreads around the seed of future generations.

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Wellspring

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A Cornish Tremar pottery chalice fills to its brim and spills over, representing the personal wellspring which exists in each of us. This can be seen as the ace of cups in the tarot and in the holy wells of Cornwall.

The herb is winter Savory.

A Labradorite Pendant

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A simple pendant of labradorite and silver. The stone is thought to be protective of the wearer. Flashes of iridescent blue make it very beautiful and mysterious.

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Infinity

Flame

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1940s Lingerie

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The beauty of a simple chemise made from a parachute.

Echoes of a life in wartime.

We don’t know we are born.

Spring Rain

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Long skirts are for rainy days as well.

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Arty Cat

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Queen Victoria’s Profile in a Rock

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This rock formation, known locally as profile rock, appears as a silhouette of queen Victoria. She gazes out to see above the harbour entrance of Boscastle, North Cornwall, UK.

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Rainy Day Blues

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Fear

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Sometimes things play on the mind, especially at night when the day has quietened down. The shadow self comes into its own and a spiral of negative thoughts and fears can take over. They don’t necessarily reflect reality.

Life and Springtime

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To me, death and resurrection are not just about the death of the body. In a lifetime we can be reborn numerous times and in many different ways. Sometimes life tramples us down and we have to find a way to grow again. In the first instance, that’s the best way to overcome death.

Springtime is a powerful metaphor for resurrection and new life and the Daisy is a good representation of hardiness in the long term. It’s very difficult to kill a Daisy.

Spring Equinox

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The best of times when the birds sing and all the summer is ahead. It doesn’t matter if it rains, the days are still long and there is still growth and renewal.

And for all of us, after a time in the dark the sun is all the brighter.

Fantasy Art for my Inner Child

I have a children’s colouring book full of unicorns and faeries. It is good to keep magic and childhood alive.

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The Witch’s Promise goes to Market.

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I made this card for a friend of mine. It’s a saucy self portrait. I am selling my wares at a German xmas market. I’ve promised myself I will make room every day for art because it’s good for the soul and gives pleasure to others.

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Hung Out to Dry

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This is a bridesmaid dress I wore when I was ten years old. It was unearthed from my parents’ loft several years ago and it was like finding a piece of myself from my childhood. An apparition from the past, I played with it digitally to make it ghostly, like a spectre in the night garden.

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Private

We all need to have a secret place we can go to to get away from everything.

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