Pixie Prince and Russian faerytales

Drifting in dreamland with my Prince... his imagination pisks me into krem... much enchantment to scan in...

Magic carpetted yesterday to the Diaghilev exhibition at the V and A Museum... beguiled by a Russian faerytale cover illustrated by Ivan Bilibin and a beautiful photograph of a woodland faun from the sylvan ballet, 'L'Après-midi d'un faune'... composer~conductor Pierre Boulez wrote "the flute of the faun brought new breath to the art of music"...

Woodland Wings

(My hunk as a branch-crowned peacock Prince)

The Voyages of Pixie and Lykkemynt

I am drifting in drømmende memories after a certain frekk four~leafed feller pisked together the most deilig, magisk kake~mix of days with my charmingest Pixie knight...

...now gathering stjernestøv for a book galaxy~swirling with the adventure tales of Pixie and Lykkemynt...!

 

Melkerull and Mermaid Magisk

I am nestled back in bonny England, after blissful Norske springing adventures with a Pocahontas and a Pixie... all my pumpkin carriages are tingling to voyage there again. My heart is still nested there and my feet are hovering far above the meadow grass...

The 'Circus' exhibition at The Green Tree Gallery was star-spangled, and my poetry book is half pisked together. Now we are dowsing the barn in ocean~gleam for 'Coast'... I have been buried in books ever since touching English shores, voyaging into the wonder~woven worlds of Medieval, Renaissance, and Persian art, discovering magical tales of sirens and mermaids and nixies, and gathering seaspray to sketch the characters I will weave into finished paintings... seahorse are my new favourite creature.

Wednesday wonder~wishes and winks to you.

The Lantern-Lit Odalisque

The Skirt of Bounding Beasts

The Star-Toed Contortionist

A Green Tree Postcard

Belly-Dance Bea and a Beloved Tree

Lullaby Lill

Lithely songstress Lullaby Lill,

(With pantaloons quite roomy)

Plucks a harp who sweetly trills

All curly-tailed and plumey!

The Firebird

Spying

Cheeky!

En dame og en liten venn...

Kanskje denne dame ser en hest med vinger?

Linewee og Stinky Kjeks

Outside the grotto in the December snow... 

Just before flitting northwards for the most heavenly Norge kakao og fløtekrem-filled fjell-hopping oversetting month at the Tessem toadstool. This is a fairytale land where rocking chairs creak and fires crackle and fiske tastes like the sea and the mountains and wood-burning stoves...

The sun hibernated during Jule, and when he woke up, he only peeped above the mountains for a litt øyeblik each day.

When he settled back to sove for the natt, he put on his rose tinted spectacles and the sky turned pink and orange.

Line and Frank and JK gathered twigs and leaves and krem paint to weave me a little nest, and I made a sign as a homage to marihøne (ladybirds) who are much honoured in the house...

 

Utrooooolig nydelig view from my nisse nest.

Kjempe koselig...

Bits and bobs board, with treasures from some veldig hyggelig Julenisse!

Fjellehoppe med min drømmedame...

Rrrr...

We would nestle together in the evenings og drikke masse kakao and discover characters for split pin puppets and books.

Desk og duck-lys!...

Sketchbook humperdink.

Fiske lass.

Handsome caravan man...

... And a stripey-bloomered courtier...

A doorway dance...

And a wonky shouldered woodland lady.

Many more of these lads and lasses to be pinned together to animate, or become part of little book series I have in mind, or search for new homes.

The kakao kjære herself making magic at the Farmors Stue...

A temptingly tailored feller by Linewee... more of Line's creations here.

Now I am back in England and missing min dear Norske waffles, but I have with me a beloved gold- framed picture and a Gubben Pettersen portion, and I will be bouncing back in Summer for fisketuren! And maybe the Spring will bring a little Lorna with the new leaves and blossom...