The Kingdom of the Green Man
Has a special kinship with Philosopher Frog (can’t you tell?) Speaker and Listener of multiple nature languages. Traveler between worlds. Root magic, bee magic, plant magic…. magic magic magic- ok!
Moon dustings and twilighty blues, Queen of the Pixies
…having a big Think. (While Katydid just wants to do!)
Most cacophonous meeting
Katydid and Katydidn’t argue constantly, Mourning Dove sits in the corner and cries, while Philo Frog figures out the logistics (but is so mentally caught he’s at a loss for words).
Oh my… what a pickle you guyz!
Look at that devious Black Prince, plotting your demise.
Only a fool would put this motley crew together!
Most foolish and cleverest of ALL minstrels! Extremely intolerant of wizard cat.
Adventures Through Fairyland
Cast of characters:
An Itinerant Poetess
A Succulent Princess
The Bee Lady
A Magician (Who made himself invisible)
A Flying Black Cat (also not pictured- he’s a free spirit- ‘flew away...)
Minstrels: Mockingbird, Mourning Dove, Black Prince Cicada, Philosopher Frog, Katydid, and…well, Katydidn’t!
They say pixies often lead travelers along a path astray, but it’s really one’s over-reliance on logic (while ignoring one's deeper, inner knowings). Such is what occured with our traveling poetess! The world was already so noisy and full of songs, that she carelessly tossed her harp aside one evening while following a most appealing knight into the woods. Oh well, it’s only temporary, she thought. The path appeared well trodden and safe. (Nevermind the warning in the guidebook! Pffft….) There were other travelers afterall alongside them, and carefully marked signs on the way.
But the further she ventured, the lonelier, darker, and unfriendlier the woods became. Her legs got scratched and bitten. No vantage point, no landmarks helped her orient. Turns out she wasn’t as well acquainted with Mother Nature as she previously thought! How foolish she’d been indeed! This uncharted territory was all shimmering illusions & delusional dreams. And while these could seem appealing, she noticed she was growing increasingly weary…and annoyed with all company logically explaining it away.
Eventually she said fuck it. ‘Remembered her precious belongings. Retrieved her misplaced harp, and decided from there on-out-to sing her own humble, simple songs…and promised to work on listening better! One day, while sitting alone in her garden having a chat with a flower, she befriended a little wizard cat. The two shared a mutual love of the dirts and afternoon naps, and became best friends.
Her songs and misadventures taught her about nature's special medicines. The more she listened to dreams and the spirits in nature, the easier it was for her to follow her heart,... NOT her head (or anybody else’s, for that matter)….out of the brambly woods.
Many observations and private consults were had with The Bee Lady, a mysterious wise woman living in a secluded cottage. She knew the dreamy forest paths most intimately, and helped our lady understand her own observations of the secret inner workings of Nature’s magic.
An ode to some of my favorite plants done with Neocolor Wax pastels.
Ancient Stuff 2005-2010
This is stuff I did shortly before I went to school in San Francisco and shortly after…. so, it varies!