CELTIC ART: A GIFT OF JOY
It began, seeing the Ardagh chalice in a museum, the flutter of my soul, the fear I would faint or burst into tears in that crowd of people ... this object from the distant past touched me where no living mind or heart had ever ventured.

Why? Being raised as an intellectual, I began to read...myth, archaeology, analysis; amidst the translation, the speculations of we who know little, certain things began to stand out, more remembered than learned, but no questions were really answered.

Then I took a workshop in Celtic Art. The seed has grown well and never failed me since that time. When I come home from work exhausted, these old patterns bring me solace and even joy.

Here, in my room, which is both temple and refuge, I draw and walk with angels. Thus, the springs of vision and poetry are kept clear and I find my life acceptable.