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Angels among Us…

They appear from nowhere, stepping out of the mist along the water’s edge… Wings slightly tattered she stood on the shore, looking out to the gentle infinity of blue. When she looked at me I saw it in her eyes – reflected. She stood there and focused her gazer slowly upon me. Light radiated from her face, the third eye in her forehead, and her flaming hair. I stood silent , gently absorbing her radiance.

 

I  can only be thankful I was there at that moment. I followed her walking along the beach. I watched as she danced, the two of us alone on the shore as the birds swooped around her, like music. we were connected as if by a psychic thread, a while glowing string that pulled me along as she walked….I followed her further, walking through the places no one walks, abandoned warehouses and a shoreline that skirted the grey city as if sh e were a mermaid who had found both feet and wings..

We walked, her movements connected somehow to my heart with that glowing but invisible string pulling me along, as if I could walk over water. I wondered where she was going, and where she would take me; where she lived and if she would walk gently over top the silvery water of the lake. Nothing seemed real and nothing seemed impossible. She looked as if she had walked out of time, stepping through centuries or decades at will, with her black boots and her wings carrying her. Her black coat was long and old. Trimmed with fur and wide skirted, swirling its heavy skirts in the wind as she moved in her joyous circles, its sleeves covering her hands that flashed white like her face. She could have stepped from any time or place… Medieval England, Victorian Ireland, she could have been the original Strega de Buonaventura, or a salem witch… her beauty was rich – half spirit and half earthling.She walked as a spirit among us, half flesh and half an electric being of light , her cells were oscillating wave lengths  filled with rainbows of light. I saw them when I looked into her clear, almost transparent aqua eyes. . The radiance was  blinding.

Darkness was falling quickly. The moon was in perigree, full and about to rise. She was hurrying somewhere, taking me with her.. The lake and city spread before us across the lake. I watched the sun set through the darkness of her silhouetted wings.

Angels appear as messengers, harbingers of change at times when we are most sensitive, when the veils thin and we can  see the angels and spirits that walk amongst us … She  glowed with light and fire, mirroring the sunset.  I watched them both fade as she became a chameleon, her skin slowly merging with the colours in the sky until it turned into darkness, and she disappeared into the early winter night.

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Chapeaux Fantastiques

My fantasy HATS … and Headdresses… Magical creations, each one is a small and unique work of art. Some are made entirely with natural elements and flowers like fairy wreaths Others are for city wear, weddings and special occasions. Created with love and and embellished with silk faux flowers, pearls and threads they are made to order and each is a a celebration of the joys of spring… a Chapeau Fantastique !

 


NeoVictorian Winter…

 

Siver Fox

Winter has come, and I seek out the old places. Hand carved stone speaks to me –  a lady in red in winter with pearls… Red Velvet and furs and ancient walls.. I walk , and seek others … the bland modernity keeps me in the Victorian streets, away from the modern world encroaching upon everything around me…

Winter velvet

Winter light warms my heart. I am not alone… there are others, and we feel each other…

Gaze in Winter

We seek out the old places to hear whispers from the past..We seek warmth and winter romance…

Our hearts are exposed, wearing red, like roses in the snow… We hear the voices of the past, and step into another world …and find others of our kind in out of the way places… away from the encroachment of modern time… Distillery Steam Punk.

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And I keep dreaming my dreams of winter and love…wearing red velvet in the snow…


METATRON; A Jacket for an Angel

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I painted the jacket entirely in one long day that quickly turned into night … I couldn’t stop until it was finished, and kept going, adding the details, until  subtle WiINGS were flying together. Then,I painted the SUN, the SOLAR Disc,imbuing it with  words of love as if meant for a Modern OSIRUS to walk the city streets, whole again, risen from the dead. I painted in a flow – as if under a spell for hours. Time had vanished. I hung it up to see it from the back. Now I stepped back, turned, and looked… Voices began to sing around me . A humming filled the air. As I watched, the wings began to grow…Invisible hands caressed me.My heart jumped when I saw it. The wings kept growing, spreading into the air The room became dark, and the wings glowed a violet hue as if under a soft black light . Everything glowed. I knew it had been painted for an Angel…The jacket moved, and a form began to fill it, growing with a density, as if the force of many winds, and full of sky, it took the shape of a man, standing suspended in the air before me… He slowly turned towards me. Wearing nothing but  my jacket and a pair of soft, laced up black buckskin pants laced low on his lean hips…His body rippled with sleek muscle and violet fire. Our eyes met.I knew what he was instantly…

from, ” The Story of the VAMPIRE’ and his Brothers.” copyright, 2014

The Metatron jacket in leather is available on custom order.