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Calliope and Homer

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Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair.

(Dante, Purgatorio, Canto I, lines 7 to 12)

For the Artist Underwater Series Channing Gibson, Author and Cynthia Wick, Painter

Photographed by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 !


The Ruby-Throated Humflower!

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Just a quick character study for The Curious Tales of Thimble Tarn in graphite and color pencil by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~


The Sword…

gladiola179To the ancient Romans, gladioli represented strength of character, sincerity, and generosity. Their sword-like shape caused them to be associated with gladiators… I now have a newfound love for gladiolus! Graphite and color pencil drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


The Spring Planting…

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Graphite drawing in Sketchbook by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose…

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From the plant morphology notebook of Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~ medium, graphite and color pencil


My Plant Morphology Homework

I am so excited to be learning about the wonders of the Plant Kingdom… this research has been and continues to be so very inspiring for my screenplay, The Extraordinary Life of Mr. Tom Bottoms! O’ the wondering of the wee world!

Graphite and color pencil drawings by Anastasia Traina ~2016


A Tiny Detail…

From The Watery Creation of Sophronia Simone of Thimble Tarn! This is her little village that she flies over with the help of her whirlygig!
Watercolor in progress by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~

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Almost there…

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But I am just too excited to wait and share “may we always sit in awe of others’ differings”. Watching this idea come to life after discovering and being inspired by the tiny family of mice that moved into our empty beehive in October is simply magical. I am so thrilled to report that the lilliputian family is still well and thriving all nestled in their bed of twigs and leaves with a very healthy stash of acorns in their bee-utiful new home!

‘may we always sit in awe of others’ differings!’
Watercolor in progress by ~ Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 https://afunnybunnypicture.wordpress.com/…/12/19/differings


Differings…

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May we always sit in awe of others’ differings!

Graphite study for New Year’s Card by ~ Anastasia Traina ~ 2015


Beannie Braun!

Is the last of the Brown Speckled Bird Beans, and that is all I am going to say about that, for now... Except to say, that he now reside in a very cozy corner of Thimble Tarn!  Graphite drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

Is the last of the Brown Speckled Bird Beans, and that is all I am going to say about that, for now… Except to say, that he now reside in a very cozy corner of Thimble Tarn!
Graphite drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


Arachne…

was a mortal woman and talented weaver who challenged Athena, goddess of wisdom and crafts. When Athena saw that Arachne had not only insulted the gods, but done so with a work far more beautiful than Athena's own, she was enraged. She ripped Arachne's work into shreds, and sprinkled her with Hecate's potion, turning her into a spider and cursing her and her descendants to weave for all of time.

was a mortal woman and talented weaver who challenged Athena, goddess of wisdom and crafts. When Athena saw that Arachne had not only insulted the gods, but done so with a work far more beautiful than Athena’s own, she was enraged. She ripped Arachne’s work into shreds, and sprinkled her with Hecate’s potion, turning her into a spider and cursing her and her descendants to weave for all of time. Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

 


The Sandgirl

She is said to sprinkle sand or dust on or into the eyes of the child at night to bring on sweet dreams and sleep... Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

She is said to sprinkle sand or dust on or into the eyes of the lonely child at night to bring on only sweet dreams and a gentle sleep…
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


Prometheus and Epimetheus

“Never let the light of Olympus die,” Prometheus warned. “If you keep the flames alive, you shall live good and happy lives.”
From the Underwater Artists Series ~ Scott Cohen and Lewis Toby ~
Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


The Star Collectors

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


Sans, Chaussures Rouges

Without, Red Shoes Photographed by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 !

Without, Red Shoes
Photographed by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 !


A Sparticle…

Or in other words, the

Or in other words, the “shadow” particles. Found and photographed by Anastasia Traina at the Widow Jane Mine in Rosendale, NY. ~2015~


Foss Grim…

Foss Grim ~ Found in Germanic Lore, the name Foss Grim means “river horse” in Old Norse. The Foss Grim is a water spirit, with the body of a man and not that of a merman. He is said to be strikingly handsome, seen near rivers and bodies or water, barely clothed, and playing haunting music from his violin. His music would lure Women and Children into his watery home and their final resting place. However, it is believed that if properly approached, the Foss Grim will teach a musician to play so adeptly “that the trees dance and waterfalls stop at his music” Underwaterphotography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

Foss Grim ~  means “river horse” in Old Norse. The Foss Grim is a water spirit, with the body of a man and not that of a merman. He is said to be strikingly handsome, seen near rivers and bodies or water, barely clothed, and playing haunting music from his violin. His music would lure Women and Children into his watery home and their final resting place. However, it is believed that if properly approached, the Foss Grim will teach a musician to play so adeptly “that the trees dance and waterfalls stop at his music”
Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


Trumpeter of the Sea…

Triton's special attribute was a twisted conch shell, on which he blew like a trumpet to calm or raise the waves. Its sound was such a cacophony, that when loudly blown, it put the giants to flight, who imagined it to be the roar of a dark wild beast! Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

Triton’s special attribute was a twisted conch shell, on which he blew like a trumpet to calm or raise the waves. Its sound was such a cacophony, that when loudly blown, it put the giants to flight, who imagined it to be the roar of a dark wild beast!
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


The Three Graces

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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 ~


Ole Lukøje…

Hangs his moon just so, while he fills his pockets full of its magical dust of very good dreams. Photography by Anastasia Traina

The Prince of bedtime stories hangs his moon just so, while filling his pockets full of its dreamy dust.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2015~


The Enchanted Rosebud…

Sleeps on her bed of rushing crystals. Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

Sleeps on her bed of rushing crystals.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


Lunette, Goes Prince Fishing!

Photography by Anastasia Traina

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~