"What a feast for the senses! You cannot rush reading this book, you submit to its rhythm and it takes you on a journey that'll stay with you for a long time. The story is gripping and has countless of layers... if you're so inclined you could analyse this story for hours - or simply enjoy the sensations it awakens. Utterly beautifully written."
The Colour in Woman (2016)
Living between the lines of dream and reality...
Flora spends her days happily wandering her endless labyrinth of a house, breathing with childhood memories and pulsing with dreams. She is plagued, however, by an elusive yearning to capture the security anchors of her childhood - her dad who’s passed away, and the book whose title she can’t remember.
Only a few miles away, and yet worlds apart, two very different women are on their quest for identity and expression. Invisible threads of a long forgotten bond bind Flora to the local loner in town. Brigit - the ‘Red Woman’ – finally has the freedom to drink herself into a creative fervour, and only becomes more enthused by the arrival of a portent in her flat.
This ‘White Woman’ is the final strand in the braid that weaves these women together. As the boundaries between dream and reality become increasingly blurred, a mesmerizing search for identity just may require a sacrifice. Before it can become complete, something - or someone - has to give.