Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,
And stand where the peaks reach the sky and the lochs meet the sea.
Where the rivers run clear, and the bracken is gold in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait, 'til this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind is in tune.
And the cares of tomorrow must wait, 'til this day is through.

Come by the hills to the land, where legend remains.
Where the glories of old fill your heart, and may yet come again.
Where the past that is lost and the future is still to be won.
And the cares of tomorrow must wait, 'til this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,
And stand where the peaks reach the sky and the lochs meet the sea.
Where the rivers run clear, and the bracken is gold in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait, 'til this day is done.

COCK DICKS

With a surname like Dicks and a mothers maiden name of Cock, Sarah felt combining the two made the perfect name for her artistic endeavours! Combining her love of colour, surrealism and just sticking eyes on anything and everything, the artwork of Cock Dicks uses pop culture references and a vibrant colour palette to explore both the world around her and the inner workings of her mind.

With a background in performance design, Cock Dicks likes creating on a variety of scales and using different mediums, be it small fugly portraits or large scale murals, gouache paintings or bizarre larger than life costumes. Always with a sense of wonder and whimsy, her aim is to make you smile or perhaps even think a little deeper.