Taos dreaming

‘This prior knowing of ourselves
Which brings me to this point of knowing
This silent navigator sounding depths through time
Sometimes when I listen
I can hear the story of everything
Which opens to the vista of the world
So sing it, sing it & release it
Coded spelled and burning fast’

RW

These are collages of antique textile, chalk, ink and paper

I call them painting with words inspired by place, word and memory