It occurred deep within the dream of a Strange Winter. I had been talking to the Faeries by way of brewing coffee and painting them into their own Golden Creations upon the leaflets as is my wont in that most Romantic-Wintery time of year. Twenty-Seven days Id been creating them- then this sleepy thing stirs gently awake to me. Indeed I painted her just before the world changed on the twenty-eighth day of Februfaerie 2020. I always come back to her sensuous expression. She is like a calming ethereal beacon or reminder that it is always important to breathe and dream yourself into somewhere else. Especially when the people would look to split you asunder to espouse- well whatever point of view carries the day. This creature seems to exist outside of all that, completely resigned to who she is. What Bliss- to pay no mind to the rst for a moment. Something extra special about her story as well... It speaks to the core of what attracts me to these winged darlings {and perhaps the same rings true for you?} Her story begins very soon!

The uniqueness of these one-page-stories and what they hold over the original piece of art is that they actually appear right along side the haunting story in glorious and romantic ‘Trattatello’ font harkening to a world that dreamed and yearned before anything digital ever happened to us. These pieces attain a ‘completion’ between the story, acting to illustrate the art in a way the original piece lacks and a combined symmetry between the masculinity of words and the femininity of visuals for a truly satisfying story-time experience to be appreciated with a comforting glance at your haloed wall. The result is a piece all its own- achieving it’s full expression as a print.

Here is what it means to be a Faerie...

”There is nothing like a WINTER’s NAP on the Forest floor. She rests her dizzy noggin upon the spinning ground- her Winged-Heart rising to that strange sensation of Sinking which the Giants call: ‘GRAVEETI’. She moves her arms, legs, and wings to make ‘DIRT-Angels’ in the dark earth and how appropriate this is.
After all, it is whispered in the FORESTLORE that FAERIES can be either Fallen ANGELS or Escaped DEVILS. They seem as happy to perform good works as they do, forbidden MISCHIEF. The WALL of Mountains, Forests, and Rivers separating Saints from Fiends we call Earth is but a sheer VEIL for her to pass through like you or I might-a WILD mood swing!
Still- there is nothing quite like the feeling of the Graveeti sucking her back to the GROUNDY-WALL of dead leaves, fern roots, and strands of Mycelium. This ‘Sinking’ in to the skin of Mortal Worlds is as exotic a romp to her as flying is to her favorite Woodsman.
Aye, The DEMONS below cast their bulging jealous eyes Earthward. ‘CURSE that Groundy-Wall!’, they hiss! Her bosom smiles up to the FIERY FIRMAMENT of SUNSET where aloof Angels frown down, upon their Dirt-Likenesses which she has created by way of her tiny-Laughing Limbs.
To be a FAERIE is to pay no mind to Gaping Gargoyles below and Grudging Guardians above. Her curled lashes lower their peaceful Darkness as she flies off to the REALMS of her Dream-dwelling- ilk. Tranquility covers the little Wish-Granting-Prankster like a wool blanket. The Cherubs, Fiends, and Woodland CREATURES gaze upon her as she sleeps “O but Sleep not- your WINGED HEART!”, They sigh as they wonder where she got to that would leave such a Delicious SECRET upon her contented Lips…"
~S.S.Landerman • Februfaerie, 2020

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