In case you didn’t know, it’s always, late summer and late afternoon in Fairyland.
I can’t believe that in my own dimension of space we’ve already slipped into September. Our summer has been on the cool side but still, I emerged, cautiously, like a cave bear into the sunlight. I finally wrote a little tale ( previous post) and created a story of images for a curator friend based on The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats ( I will be posting that as a video soon).
Pieces of August
In the afternoons there is a moment of perfect stillness in a hovering bee
and a joy in in finding shadowed corners in a garden,
or a child walking between heaven and earth at the lake
a weeping birch caressing the last patch of sunlight on the grass
-and in coming home and to find that the fairies have lit up the hillside deck- or else my ever patient, dear waiting and hungry garden gnome
As an accompaniment to my short story about a time unremembered on my previous post I’d like to let the magic of summer linger just a while longer by presenting a glimpse of one of the fairies as a bit of a teaser for a video I will soon present about The Stolen Child exhibit.
(music- King of the Fairies Dance)
For those who have a virtual account visit the Itakos Gallery exhibit The Stolen Child here