A few years ago I lived in a little cottage in the woods. The cottage was surrounded by trees… Great, big grandfather trees. It was very dark in the winter evenings as I made my way home through the woods (with the help of the light shining from my cell phone!). Inside the cottage I felt safe though, nestled amongst the trees and listening to the rushing stream that ran past the cottage and the occasional owl or chattering raccoons…
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When we last left off, Rose was captured by the Old Woman of the forest and held as prisoner under an old, old tree...
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Last Spring I published a little story on Steller. It's a fairy tale that came to me as I painted Dream Catcher. Here is Part One if you missed it...
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My painting Dream Catcher will be on display at next weekend's North Shore Art Crawl, before moving to its new home. Here is a little story I wrote last year while painting Dream Catcher...
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Rose was free. There was nothing left of the Old Woman but a puddle on the ground that slowly began to seep into the earth.
The woods came alive now that the Old Woman was gone. The birds sang joyfully and all the animals came out from hiding bearing gifts of jewels, crystal and gold, and Rose filled her pockets with the treasures...
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