I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

Posts tagged “fay

Vivi, the Visionary…

vivviAlthough 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~

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The Blossomkeeper…

wild-2Says, Everybirdies’ welcome.

Wild Handel as the Blossomkeeper

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~


Vila

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A woodland spirit who lives in the wilderness and sometimes in the clouds. She usually appear as a beautiful maiden, naked or dressed in a sparkling green skirts of leaves…

Vila’s voice is  beautiful as the rest of her, she can form large gusts of winds that can lift houses into the air. She has healing and prophetic powers and she is sometimes willing to help human beings. At other times, she lures young men to dance with her, which according to her mood can be a very good or very bad thing for the man.

Offerings for Vila consist of round cakes, ribbons, fresh fruits, and vegetables or flowers left at sacred sites (a certain mound, a ring of trees in the mountains, or even a hill that lightning strikes multiple times).

Tullulah Musser as Vila

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~



Neave

pip2 Neave, (Bright Light) is the daughter of the god of the sea, Manannan mac Lir and one of the princesses of Tir na nOg, the land of eternal youth. When she grew up she fell in love with  poet-hero Oisin.

Ruby McDonald as Neave

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


Frigg

georgia 2The White Lady of Midsummer… Frigg’s home is in the great sea hall known as Fensalir, however, she also has a home in the celestial sphere where she enjoys spinning star dust.

Georgia Mcdonald as Frigg

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


Rose’s Bloom

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“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”

~ Therese of Lisieux ~

Ruby McDonald as The Rose

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016


The Rose…

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What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. William Shakespeare

With Ruby McDonald as The Rose

Underwater-photography by Anastasia Traina, 2016


The Last Breath of a Faerie…

The Last Breath of a FaerieThe Realm of Fairy is a strange shadow land, lying just beyond the fields we know. ~Author Unknown

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~


La Fleur Etrange!

photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


The Blue Moon… and Eglantina

The moon was a man, passionate, dark, and handsome. He hid in the shadows admiring the sun from a distance. It was a time when the moon had no light, but just watched and waited in dark shadows of sky and worshiped the sun from afar. Then one day as lady Sun was putting on a brilliant set of morning clothes, she felt she was being watched. She looked around and noticed the handsome moon starring at her from a deep corner of space. “Why do you stare at me so, somber moon ?”,asked the Sun. “I’m overwhelmed by your beauty and you leave me speechless so I can only watch you from a distance, because if I touched you I would surely die of ecstasy.” The Sun went closer to the moon and said, “You will not die if you touched me, come closer and kiss me.” The Moon went to her and kissed her fiery lips that morning and the fire was so strong it left him glowing all day and into the night. And every morning she would kiss him again and he would rise up glowing so brightly he lit up and the light filled his whole being and the night sky was full of light. Then one day the Sun came out and said he would not receive a kiss from her that morning because he was becoming too bright, and the people on earth would have two Suns instead of one and it would break the natural course of things. “But I will kiss you and love you as much as I can, just not every day.” The Moon was sad to miss the morning kiss and in his sadness he began to grow cold and dark again. But he did not become black as the night as he once was. The hope and anticipation of being with the sun once more kept a few embers glowing leaving the moon to look as if he had put on a blue cloak. And so is the legend of the blue moon. Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

The moon was a man, passionate, dark, and handsome.  He hid in the shadows admiring the sun from a distance.  It was a time when the moon had no light, but just watched and waited in dark shadows of sky and worshiped Eglantina’s light from afar.
Then one day as Eglantina was putting on a brilliant set of morning clothes, she felt she was being watched.  She looked around and noticed the handsome moon starring at her from a deep corner of space.
“Why do you stare at me so, somber moon ?”, asked Eglantina.
“I’m overwhelmed by your beauty and you leave me speechless so I can only watch you from a distance, because if I touched you I would surely die.”
Eglantina went closer to the moon and said, “You will not die if you touched me, come closer and kiss me.”
The Moon went to her and kissed her fiery lips that morning and the fire was so strong it left him glowing all day and into the night.  And every morning she would kiss him again and he would rise up glowing so brightly he lit up and the light filled his whole being and the night sky was full of light.
Then one day the moon came out and said he would not receive a kiss from her that morning because he was becoming too bright, and the people on earth would have two Suns instead of one. “But I will kiss you and love you as much as I can, just not every day.”
The Moon was sad to miss the morning kiss and in his sadness he began to grow cold and dark again. But he did not become black as the night as he once was. The hope and anticipation of being with the Eglantina once more kept a few embers glowing leaving the moon to look as if he had put on a blue cloak.
And so is the legend of the blue moon.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~