"Suddenly
I was on the floor in the grip of a powerful energy. My body simply had
a mind of its own, moving in ways that reminded me of primal rituals, totally
ecstatic, sometimes erotic. My breathing patterns changed and I was making
sounds that took over and became rhythmic chants and then erupted into
animal noises and growling. I was going into yoga asanas and mudras with
a grace and power all 'it's' own, then bursting into a wild dance feeling
the power of the Earth rising up through my feet. I felt such power, almost
as if the Planet and I were One."
...and she would breath them into lifes' canvas.
She became a great artist and painted them, all
of them and for me they make up iMagic Nation. Fairies pixies elves, tree-people
unicorns tigers wolves eagles, monsters and demons, wizards and witches,
deities and devils, and very sensual sexual sacred dances of the terror
tortured silenced by goblins gods and goddesses.
And her life was her art ~ her art, her paintings
~ her stories her writings ~ her soul expressed as no other.
Depression took her life but cannot take away
her expression and she deserves as much recognition as she can get ~ her
passing takes herself away but she leaves so many heartfelt expressions
of love that Kerry tells her own story ~ her life ~ a rich bottomless expression
of her and her heart ~ her pictures and stories speak volumes.
In loving memory to Kerry ~ first in her art,
the expression of her soul ~ the bitter sweet ~ the courage to embrace
her belief and live between the light and the dark ~ such beauty and terror
in her paintings reflecting her inner self to live in such a harsh reality
struggle ~ all the sorrow the pain, the years of willing the soul on ..
a sacred belief in the dance of the soul .. only to rise in a vortexed
ecstasy to fall back to earth in dissapointed defeat. We shared fought
cried drew to each other our reflection both mirroring the depth in our
hearts. Sometimes our rhythms synchronised, our moods would swing in time
~ even years after we separated, we would often share over the phone the
same mood swings, as though we were both sensative to something in common.
Indeed we had more in common than I realised.
Kerry is now living her dreams heart far away
never to return in that form but leaves the love of her art, her imagicnation,
as legacy to all who care. A rich inheritance to those priveledged to see
her come to life in the beauty she was.
Kerry was never afraid to dig into the depths
of hell to save some poor innocent ~ well at least in her pictures she
lived her dream.
