Part hobbit hole, part mad hatters tea party, The Old Burrow's rambling tunnels are portals into the Forest of the Imagination.
For me, it is a creative sanctuary that sits quietly between the worlds. A space where there is an intangible quality of peace and silence that is so alive with potential.
It can take great lengths of solitude to sink into this space. Sometimes there is just a quiet joy, and others I become a witness to a kaleidoscope of visions from the imaginal realms. From this vantage point one bares witness to the spectacular landscape of fairy tales, and I can quite honestly say that I don't know what my pencil will draw next.