A Horned Creature

I have been aspiring to make faerie horns for such a long time and here are two pairs; Obsidian and Vampira. These horns are for darkling creatures with a penchant for the mysterious and sinister side of the supernatural realm. Next in the making are… horns for forest dwellers and swan maidens.

I will be opening an Etsy shop in the next few months and I wanted to thank you all for such lovely comments and well wishes.

xxx

Selkie Seas

Forever dreaming of the sea, it sings to me like a sirens song calling to Persephone. Hearken to the sound of music upon the wind, the sweet luring voices that will someday enchant a seafarers heart.
Twelve thousand feet beneath the water exists an unknown realm, where mythical beings dwell as if cast under a spell by a powerful warlock.
A tale that shall be told when all grows silent and the world is ready to listen.


Ocean ~

Tales of selkies and haunted coves, clambering over fallen rocks in search of seals slumbering in their caves, tempestuous waves, foaming water colliding against rock pools, lifeless fish lost to the pebbled shore, beachcombing for shells, feathers, sea life, a peregrine falcon hovering in the sky, the gloaming, soft ripples and hazy mists, wispy clouds, iridescence, the last of the sunlight lapping the shore.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding The Skies At Eventide

Riding The Skies At Eventide is a painting inspired by Carpathian forests and nocturnal creatures.
Lacrimosa the unseelie court faerie soars over the clouds, clinging to the furry back of her vampire bat Morte. Together they chase the inky black tail of night in search of fables.
Two onyx feathers are nestled in Lacrimosa’s hair, if she chooses, they will transform into rooks.
There is a small thatched cottage that lies deep within the trees, no one lives there but a secret lingers in the air.
 
Please view larger on black ~

ACEO's, Art and Faerie Horns

January ~

Watching the world become still with Winter’s grace, ebbing of tides, wolf moon, the ocean and the vast world beneath the waves, deep waters, sunrise at sea, bleak overgrown forests, cold winds, hibernating, breadcrumbs for the swans, forgotten paths, new journeys, capturing each moment, charles de lint stories, planet earth documentaries, gulls in the air, the watchful gazes of rooks, swooping birds, chimney smoke billowing into a sunset sky, sharing memories deep into the night, long fairytale dresses that shimmer in the sunlight, sand underfoot, deserted beaches, spell of Winter, fox trails, precious letters, nocturnal visits, owls screeching from the faraway trees, subtitled horror films, thunderstorms and the endless rain.

Miniature Paintings

Earth Mother

Lair of the Witch

There once was a witch from Frogpond
A small village with labyrinthine roads and nothing more
At the bottom of her garden was a weathered old shed
Enshrouded in cobweb and shadows of the dead

The witch was a hundred and eighty two
Disguised as a bright eyed thing
She drank potions and the blood of rats
Summoned to kill them was her ruby eyed cat

Seasons passed and the white haired harpy
Grew tired of spells and hexes
She set the lair ablaze and fled to a cairn on the moors
Her presence a distant whisper that lingered on the tors

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Happy 2011 ~ the year of the Rabbit x

The Faerie and the Knight

In a forest far from urban dwellings and the enchantment of mortal contraptions, lived a faerie. Her name was Luna, and she was born under a lightning moon, on the fifth day of the eighth month.
Luna flitted through the undergrowth, gathering berries and leaves for her bower. She lived in a small cave behind the veil of a waterfall, where wayfarers had to knock twice on a
particular stone before entering. Day after day she would sit in the crow’s nest overlooking the forest, keeping the Unseelie at bay. Birds ate honeyed bread from her hand and the nature spirits gathered nearby, lured by the spell of her panpipes.
If a passer by caught a whisper of the sweet music they would imagine it to be on the wind.

It was a Tuesday when the unknown presence stepped into the forest. The morning after the lunar eclipse, and the forest was alive with voices. The earth faerie had cloaked herself in a glamour, so the human eye would not glimpse a pale haired girl with iridescent wings settled against the trunk of a tree, bathed in winter sunlight.
The blackbirds and choughs watched Luna curiously, as she summoned the stranger with her music.

Her eyes drifted open and that is when she saw him standing by the beech tree. He shouldn’t have been able to see her, yet his gaze was riveted on the place where she sat. Luna’s pulse danced under her skin, for wasn’t this the very Knight that she had met in her dreaming place.

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I happened upon this short story from a few years past. It is a little unpolished, but it seemed fitting.

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The lightning struck the dark, cloudless sky overhead as the Knight galloped faster on his mare Lemuria. Cold rain struck him hard on the face and he frowned with discontent.
Ahead was a forest, with good enough shelter to rest for the long, dreary night ahead. The Knight didn’t care too much for the dark, but he was too weary to continue his journey. After untying his horse’s reigns to let her graze for a little while, he found a patch of dry grass under a canopy of leaves. He lay awake listening to the whisperings of the trees and the cacophony of nocturnal birds hunting for their prey.
When he next stirred it was dawn, and the sky was pale with gentle hues of apricot and peach. He recalled the most intriguing dream; a fairy had followed him through the woodland, and she flew from tree to tree, weaving her magic. As he slept she watched over him and wished that she could find love with such a human, but her kin would never allow such a thing...


Merry Yuletide and Winter Blessings x

The Awakening of Winter

Winter’s veil unfurling.

It was three o’clock on a brisk December afternoon and whilst out exploring and scouring the woods for earthly treasures, my muse stumbled upon the most enchanting place.

Mist rose from the stream and the frost bitten fields. We followed the path that was scattered with glacial leaves and tree bark. Trees stood tranquil, their bare limbs dangling tiny icicles.

The pathway had many twists and turns and we wandered in the direction of a bridge. Upon arrival a solitary white crane flew over the water.
A small descent lead to the breathtaking frozen lake. The majestic ice was bathed in light from the setting sun. We discovered animal tracks in the snow, and an exquisite fairyland.

The Witching Hour

Witches in Fairytales and Fables.

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Hansel and Gretel
Baba Yaga
Rapunzel
Sleeping Beauty
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Vasilissa the Fair