Barbara Ferrier Author
Drawing was a way to capture the memories. Then, it became instrumental in exploring magic worlds and the characters who lived there when she built her own worlds.
I've crossed a glacier with nothing but an ice axe. I've felt the moment when you step forward and your axe finds only air—the snow bridge beneath you is false, and the drop into the blue abyss is terrifying.
Years later, I painted the Crystal Pillars. Once a flat plain, a massive earthquake shattered the land into a maze of jagged spires—6,000 feet to the bottom, the depth of the Grand Canyon.
My characters have to cross it.