She chooses to wear Branches for a Cloak. As the cold Winds blow. As the lone Bird flies. She yearns for the distant Hills where the Rocks call her Name. Where the Clouds in the deep Sky write secret Messages to her lonely Heart.
Having lived through several versions of myself I have eased into following the path of shamanic artist. Looking through the window of my images I can glimpse alternate realities and some hints of answers to the questions. My artmaking helps me keep my balance when my mental health teeters on the edge of severe anxiety. Norma Jean Kelly.