1 – Greet pigeons with benevolence. They just might do the wibblywobbly dance for you.
2 – Learn a silly word a day, like; Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia – Fear of the number 666.
3 – Now, banish that word from your mind! There really isn’t any sense for such a silly word.
4 – Step in wet and soggy puddles as often as you can. Ideally, without the aid of goulashes!
5 – Take long bike rides, preferably, up hill. This gives one a great sense of accomplishment.
6 – Learn a fine art, like; MOOING or HOOTING! This is very good to woo the woe-be-me’s away, especially, on drizzly days.
7 – Join the very Secret and Hushhush Society of Foliaphiles!
8 – Acknowledge your Shadow more…meaning, don’t just talk to him on Sunny days.
9 – Practice your technique of Mind Gliding from a cozy comfy chair, everyday, or even twice a day, if you are so inclined. It really is a wonderous way of traveling.
10 – Finally, you must practice your leaping and bounding a top your bed before wishing all the stars in the sky a very, bonne nuit!
Being one with your Polka-Dottiness is quite an accomplishment, indeed!
Bon Mot and Pen & Ink drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2017~
Although it has taken me quite sometime, I am thrilled to finally have and share with you a preliminary sketch of Vivi, the Visionary… the author of The Curious Tales of Thimble Tarn!
If you remember, The Curious Stories from Thimble Tarn… are a cluster of tiny poems that narrate and celebrate the hidden lives of the nearly extinct botanical fay that resides by and around a small mountain lake/puddle called, Thimble Tarn. Of course, Thimble Tarn is not the actual name of the garden-sprite’s community as the real name has been changed to protect the floral identities of the wee-townsfolk who still dwell in and around the Tarn that rises and runs down from the mystical Moss Mountains. O’ my, I am not quite sure I should have divulged that particular hush-hush…Can you keep a secret? O’ you can? How marvelous, then I shall continue… the true aim of the odes are to shed some light on the little understood Lilliputian world of the botanical fay who had settled in Thimble Tarn in the year 1651 and then established their wondrous garden-burg in the year 1788. Well, now, here is where I shall begin…
Preliminary Graphite Drawing of Vivi and fay folk by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
Brij Cappo, Mother, Artist and Yoga Instructor Extraordinaire as The Noblewoman of Denmark… there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays; O, you must wear your rue with a difference”. Rue is well known for its symbolic meaning of regret, but the herb is also used to treat pain, bruises and has abortive qualities.
Brij Cappo as The Noblewoman of Denmark for the artist underwater series.
Underwater photography at Green River by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~
Has just dropped by to remind you that her dear friend, Raisie, will be on display in the art exhibit “Reflections on the River,” an exhibition of works by local artists which includes Anastasia Traina. The David & Joyce Public Milne Library in Williamstown, Ma. has hosted the show since Sept 7th… and where Raisie will continue be on display until Sept. 3oth, 2016!
Hope to see you soonishly!
Georgia Mc Donald as The Nixie of Mill-Pond
Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~2016~
Is a fairy spirit or guardian of a place such as a glen of trees, water, the grave yard, villages, and homesteads. There are also Haltija’s which guards humans, by discreetly following them around to keep them safe.
The Haltija is a very close friend of Raisie and would like to invite you on September 8th to “Reflections on the River,” an exhibition of works by local artists which includes Anastasia Traina. The Milne Library in Williamstown will host the show where Raisie will be on display till Sept. 3oth 2016!
Just follow this link for all the vital information… http://milnelibrary.org/author/julianav7/
Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
Georgia McDonald as the Haltija
Who lost her Magical Cap! Merrows wear a special hat called a cohuleen druith, which enables them to dive beneath the waves. If they lose this cap, it is said that they will lose their power to return beneath the water. Also, a Merrow music is known to be heard coming from the farthest depths of the ocean, yet the sound travels floatingly across the surface. Merrows dance to the music, whether ashore on the strand or upon the wave.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2016~
Is all tuckered out after her most busy day…
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I did wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I’ll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Sara Cooke, (Artist and Mother to the McDonald Sisters) as Tanaquill from the Artist Underwater Series
Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
I have had the great privilege to be able to photograph the magical McDonald Sisters for the last five years… and when I look over the photographs we have taken (a mere fraction of which I have posted) their metamorphosis into womanhood has been nothing short of astonishingly miraculous… breathtaking, really. And perhaps, when I began this project I did not truly understand the scope, or how tremendously moving it would be for me, the grandness of witnessing each of these tender buds, blossom into such beautifully unique flowers. For in this photograph of Ruby, the youngest, it has become crystal clear to me that she is shedding her little red childhood cloak and bravely moving forward into the forest of the future and what ever may come her way… So I just want to humbly say, thank you for all the light and ticklish wonderment you have shared with me. No, this is not the end, but nearly, and I wanted to leave you with my one wish for all of you, expressed so wondrously by Maya Angelou, in a letter she wrote to her daughter ~
“I am convinced that most people do not grow up…We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.”
With much love and muchiness, I thank you!
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~