This ethereal art;

the fabric, ivory watered silk

folds erratically,

into paper sculptures;

horizontal lines meeting

a shift in perspective,

a face from a white void,

and translucent skin

echoing softly in snow gardens,

white spray neutralising

vanilla scents from lost homes

and the paint flows

in childlike paper chains,

slivers of ice

in crystal blankets,

splatters of liquid diamond

and fine pearl gloss,

frosting on a window pane;

a fresh page

flaring with imaginary colour.