I question the validity of fairy tale endings. Through the use of layered gesso, thinly applied oil paint and attention to grain on birch panels I develop a dreamlike narrative. My journey is emotional and physical: beginning with the shock of becoming a mother to identical twins, through the sadness of leaving the city behind and moving towards the acceptance that it will all be ok…at some point. Until then it is a bit like falling down the rabbit hole. Here’s hoping a grin without a face doesn’t greet me on the other side.