My personal mythology has always been told by the contents of my pockets. As a child I caught and collected “Sallymanders”, transporting them home in my pockets to add to a giant outdoor terrarium. Eventually my pockets bulged with evidence of motherhood – Lego, cars, and tiny plastic dinosaurs. These days, I have returned to collecting riddles that lead me back to my childhood. Or, are these the pockets of a crone? Feathers and bones. My pockets beckon me to stay in my own wonderland.

Acrylic on paper mounted board