For a long time, we thought we knew where we came from: an unearthly paradise to the East that only existed in the antediluvian world. And yet, through the mythological landscape of the artist’s imagination, we returned time and again to that Mother Garden of human origins, to relive again the tragic adventures of the first man and woman. It turned out however, that we have been around quite a bit longer than we thought, and the living stardust of which we are made came from a distant celestial genesis that was already ancient beyond reckoning before the earth even existed. In the gaps between the things we think we know, is the baffling beauty and horror of the world…and this great void of mystery is made of poetry. And so these are dreamscapes of the forbidding emptiness that lies where an explanation of the world is supposed to be, pictures of that far biogenetic nursery of our enchanted beginnings, images of the first Mother Garden...a Sky Garden.

As the mysterious Universe gathers scattered nebulous material into stars – which gather worlds, which gather life – so too does the mysterious Woman gather material from the universe of the body into new consciousness to contemplate the Cosmos it has descended from...