On Halloween night (or any night for that matter) be nice and read a story to the ghosts. They’re especially fond of spooky ones. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] La nuit d’Halloween (ou toutes les autres nuits d’ailleurs), soyez sympa et lisez une histoire aux fantômes. Ils aiment particulièrement celles qui font froid dans le dos. [/peekaboo_content]  

  My homage to the most magical night of the year, and to John Anster Fitzgerald, who’s my favorite faery painter. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Mon hommage à la nuit la plus magique de l’année et à John Anster Fitzgerald qui est mon peintre de féerie préféré. [/peekaboo_content]

  Raven, one of my daemons. And again, in the background, the Soul boat or gypsy boat. Raven’s a trickster. He’s even trickier than Fox. He loves intrigues and is not too concerned about facts and truths. The end justifies the means, and overall, what you believe in is your only reality. So choose carefully… [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”]Corbeau, un de mes daemons. Puis, une fois de plus, le Bateau Âme ou bateau caravane dans le fond. Corbeau est un Trickster (fripon, rebelle). Il est même encore plus trickster que Renard. Il adore les intrigues et ne se sent pas trop concerné par les faits et vérités. La fin justifie

This is my third digital painting, I spent quite a while on it. It combines two different moods, moonlight, sunlight and, nested inside the trunk, my Blue Bird. I had great fun painting this, enhancing the lights step by step, following the paths over the bridge or past the Vila – a Slavic fairy – in the tree. Either way, you have to pass by the mysterious figure standing by the tree in the middle. This figure is Psyche. Her being is most radiant when she is veiled because no image comes to distract us. She is Soul, permeating everything around her, enchanting, or leading to madness if taken too literally. Psyche’s sometimes represented

  This is the sacred pond by the witch’s house. “They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods” ;-).  The house is alive with all sorts of beings partially hidden in the foliage. Magic is in the air, especially since it’s close to Samhain (Halloween). The witch’s not home, but she posted a sentry, a beautiful Gorgon’s face. I’m sure she’ll come back though the Elvish gate in the distance. Autumn is my favorite season. I get overwhelmed, entranced by all these vibrant colors, the smells, the lights of the lanterns, the blue hour and the mad, deep and strong magic bathing everything. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] L’étang sacré de la maison

  I wish this painting could convey all the smells that arise on a hot summer day when the rain starts falling. These arousing, earthy smells… Also the sounds, this concert of  lapping, splashing and pattering. And the frog’s song. Every zen garden must have a resident frog. There is no more delicious background for a cup of tea (lapsang souchong of course) than rain falling on a zen garden.  A true moment of peace in the green dusky light. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] J’aimerais que cette peinture puisse évoquer toutes les odeurs qui montent une chaude journée d’été lorsque la pluie commence à tomber. Ces odeurs stimulantes, de terre… Aussi le

  I love foxes, I love the East, China and Japan. And boats. I think it’s the painting I had on my desktop the longest because it is SO cosy! But at the same time with an invitation to possible adventure, represented here by the bridge disappearing into the forest on the right and the stairs on the left. Women, everywhere, are known to have a special relationship with foxes. In Japan and also China, some foxes are shapeshifters, they appear as beautiful bewitching women.  It is also known in Germanic folklore that witches can take the form of a fox.  The fox is considered a very cunning animal all over the

As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters! However he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast. “He never can cross that mighty top! He’s forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop!” When, lo, as they reached the mountain’s side, A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children followed, And when all were in to the very last, The door in