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57 Denison Street Camperdown

The Garden of Earthly Bedight 
'In most gardens they make the beds too soft - so that the flowers are always asleep'
Lewis Carroll

Beauty, perfection of nature I marvel, my paintbrush, my home, my palace, my castle. With paint I invite you into my dreaming, paradise found through art I'm revealing.The garden of Eden, where life appeared first, the good, the bad, the snake and it's cursed. It's all in the balance, the Yin and the Yan, the dark, the light, born from my hands.My spirit it hovers and whispers create, the song of the soul, my purpose made great.No apple for me, no tree with it all, I have found  my true love, my reason, my call.