A Fairy Sweet Pea

Walking in the Wood with a Little Fairy as a fellow-traveller, I was inspired so much by a little Wild Sweet Pea...

 It was so lovely and delicate! I tried to put that Beauty in the sculpting, so a Sweet Pea Fairy Jewel was born...

In the Language of Flowers, Sweet Pea means "Departure, I'm sorry I must leave"...

So I was sorry to leave that Enchanted Wood.

An Enchanted Bramble

If you go in the Countryside to pick Blackberries, during the mid-August Holidays...

 ...you I might meet a Fairy Brumble!

 And some little Fairy, made curious, might come down from the Bramble to say hallo...

And whispering the inspiration to create a Fairy Jewel, to celebrate the Summer...

 and honoring the shiny blue and red gems...

that Bramble gave with generosity!

Ear of Wheat Necklace

A little Fairy Spike, to celebrate the Harvest Home!

And singing the Cerere's Song in the Wood stroked by the Wind.

Iris Baby Fairy

A dewdrop is dropping from the blue-violet Flower...

on the forehead of the little Fairy who sleeps inside it. 

She is the Iris Baby Fairy and she is just waking... to paint a rainbow!

Poppy Study

Just some pics from my study in Poppies for this season

Experimenting different way trying to express their spirit, playing a little with painting and sculpting...

I realized for the first time how 'ruffled' are poppy's petals! I think is this look - together the lightness - that makes the Poppy so cheerful... Jolly and warm Souls, just like their season! 

Note: The girl that is looking my study came from my illustration  "Flying with the Poppies".

The Hazel Fairy

I found an Hazelnut the other day! But... Was it really just an Hazelnut?

It was open and, when carefully viewed, might be something inside... 

Or someone! I got closer to see better and... a pair of bright little eyes looked me from there!

So I discovered that the Hazelnut was a Faiy's Birth Place... in all likelihood made by a Wild Mouse. 

The little one just woke up, she looked me in the eyes again and...

she asked me if I could taking her in my hand, so she could open her little wings. 

I took her, tenderly... She was sp small! She was smaller than a cent! 

She thanked me and then she flew away, to go in the new Place destined to welcome her, an Human Heart!
But my hand was full of Stars, because she gave me some of her Fairy Dust...

A Little Baby Elf in the Park

By Daisy called from Hillside -

By Bobolik from line -

Blossom and I -

Emily Dickinson