…there was a girl. With a desire to write free-form, uninterrupted, with photoshop: the best darn writing tool she has.

And so this blog was born. A visual journey taken at a leisurely pace, a jaunt through dreams, a saunter through the subconscious. A dream lagoon.

I grew up by the seaside and close to many rivers, lakes, and lagoons. Fresh and salt water bathing felt to me to have restorative properties. I always thought that there was nothing a swim in the ocean couldn’t fix.

‘Diving in’ for the first time was not easy, however. At the age of three my mother and grandfather took me to the local public swimming pool. I was not yet able to swim unaided, and I had never been underwater. I cried when my mother and grandfather insisted that this was the day I would ‘dunk my head underwater’. Despite my protests, I learned to love it. The distorted and muffled sound, the sensation, the gravity loss.

And so here I am, again. Diving in. Dunking my head in the waters of the dream lagoon.