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…Read More
Dream Catcher is the first in a series of paintings that explore the forest as a place of fairy-tales, myth and magic. In stories and legends trees are symbols of wisdom, strength, endurance, protection, secret knowledge, life and fertility...Read More
In stories and legends trees are symbols of wisdom, strength, protection, secret knowledge, life and fertility. In fairy tales the forest symbolizes the unconscious and is a place of initiation...Read More
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...
Rose moved swiftly through the forest to keep up with the sprightly, little man. She was glad for the moonlight that lit the path through the trees, and for the warm blanket protecting her from the scratching branches...Read More
“Up here,” said the voice, and Rose glanced up towards the light and entrance to the cave. There she saw a little man no bigger than a few inches tall. He had a long, pointy nose that stuck out from his green cape and hood. He looked like part of the earth and roots so Rose would not have seen him but for his madly waving arm.
“Oh, hello,” said Rose, “Who are you?”Read More
The Old Woman took Rose deep into the forest where there stood an enormous tree. Under the tree, beneath the roots, was a door to a long, deep tunnel. In they went and down, down, down, until they came to a small clearing on the earthen floor...Read More
It was a dark and stormy winter day. Rose and her father huddled by the fire, listening to the wind howl and branches “tap, tap, tap,” against the cottage windows.
Then came a louder “tap, tap, tap” at the door. Rose was frightened and begged her father not to open it. But the Woodsman, with heavy heart, opened the door and in came the Old Woman of the Forest looking even more ancient and dirty than before...Read More
Just then there was a knock at the cottage door.
The Woodsman opened the door and an old woman entered. She was as ancient as the trees with her leathery skin, and stood just three feet tall. As she came in the room her dark, green cloak trailed bits of branches and tree roots behind her. She smelled of earth and moss and had a long dirty tail...Read More
Once upon a time there was a Woodsman and his wife who lived in a tidy, little cottage in the woods. Surrounding the cottage were beautiful red, yellow and white roses that filled the air with their scent every summer.
But winters in the cottage were bleak and cold...