A wanderer stumbles upon a faery rising from magical pools in an ancient forest.
By the light of fireflies, will-o-wisps and glow-lights, a queen of the fae steps across the still pools. We watch her, entranced, enchanted, and time ceases in the twilight. Not day, not night, but a time in between that hangs suspended and sustained. Faery is a realm that hovers on the edges of perception, half of this world, and half of dream. A musician friend had a conversation with me once about the nature of inspiration. He was a trumpet player, in a salsa band, not involved at all in the mythic arts. But he looked on my paintings, and likened the act of creation that any artist engages in (whether it is visual, physical, musical or written), with a mental foray into the actual domain of Faery. Somehow, we see, hear, believe, envision, or perhaps spiritually visit a realm beyond the perception of mortal eyes and body, and then transcribe that experience as best we can into a physical form.
Size: 19 x 15 inches