Posted on Instagram on April 7, 2018

She came to me whispering - in a language of black ink.
The dawn was quick and she demanded my attention - more lines, more tales as I marked the silver sheet for sawing and shaping.
She told me her place is with the trees, where shrubs grow wild and silence is broken only by the song of the wind through the leaves. By the savage birds who are crazy about life.
A Moonstone, she said, because water is magic - and the Moon her Queen.