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There
is a moment, when your feet touch a chilly wooden floor, your hands
brush against a wooden rail. The sunlight streams through a window so
you can see the dust dancing. It's a moment when everything is perfect,
a moment you cannot describe no matter how hard you try. You feel
secure and safe within your home, like you're wrapped in a warm blanket
yet at the same time connected to everything around you as if you were
standing in the middle of the forest. It is in these moments that you
have connected to something ancient, something magical.
Growing up
in a rural place with no roads and stories of ancient fairy like beings
I know this moment all too well, it is a moment which haunts me yet
long for but which grows ever rarer as I grow older. So I now seek out
this moment through my fairy art. |