Tiny Story: Secrets

I wish I’d left my mother’s diary unread. Now I know more about this town than I ever wanted to. So don’t you give me the fish eye, Mrs Anderson. I know all about the steroids in your prize-winning pumpkins. Watered with love indeed.

Digital Art: Mother

When I started this watercolour pour painting, I had the idea for two waves rising from the pour, one dominating over the other. I anticipated calling the piece “The Bully”. While I was painting, an entirely different feeling took shape.

Digital Art: Friend

Another watercolour pour painting. I decided to try the digital version of this method, but I was struggling to produce anything I liked. This didn’t change until I let go of my perfectionist hang-ups and let my gut guide me. It’s the same with my creative writing. When I worry about expectations, the result is stilted writing. Un-fun only serves to staunch my particular brand of creativity. This is a lesson I never stop re-learning (sighs).

I found the magic light. Chase it with me?

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?



The coolest thing I’ve found and kept is my creativity. I found it quite young. It was one of the first lights I saw. A wild, glittering thing, it called to me from the dark forest of unknowns that I found myself in.

Everything was vague and hazy when I was tiny. I constantly ran into a feeling that was one part excitement and one part intrigue, like a strange light that spiralled and pulsed in and out of me, daring me to reach out and touch this new world of mine. And always, that creative spirit, as ethereal as it was wild, called to me.

(For context, I had a photographic memory until I was around 10. It’s not as vivid as it used to be when I was a child, but I still retain memories of infancy. Maybe I’ll write more about this one day).

I found this delightful spirit many times, but I’ve never quite caught it. I don’t think it’s meant to be caught. If you catch it, it loses its magic.

So I chase it. Creative writing, photography, art…these are all paths hewn from its footsteps. It’s at the end of each one, winking at me, teasing me with wonderful things, and daring me to go further into the woods.

The first image is an artwork  that me and the creative spirit danced into being together. Below is a ghost flower we found on the other end of a camera lens (no editing – we did this with intentional camera movement).