She stands before you, old and young at once. She blows a kiss through her hands, cupped to hold your heart. She is the Faery Queen, and she calls to you.
I returned on Monday from a beautiful trip to Faery, via Spain, and trying to work on my essay today I was thwarted by continual urges to draw this:
The Faery Queen
Which I will be colouring soon, but had to share as she is. I really like her just in black and white.
Done in the style of my Angels…
Sometimes I like to just take a colour and begin to make marks. My water-soluble crayons work perfectly for this as they lend themselves to swift, expressive gestures on the page.
I often find myself beginning with a spiraling line, and I tend towards some form of symettry, so when one orange line had formed, the other swiftly followed.
More orange flowed from my crayon and surrounded the shape, laid thicker in some places, and then overlais with yellow in others. The yellow spilled into the white space and filled the gaps, pouring like sunshine across the page.
I discovered a smile on my face as I watched this angelic heart take shape.
I am a dreamer. A dreamer I have always been. But what I have learnt, despite those that tell me I should stop and live in the ‘real world’, what I’ve learnt is that if I dream hard enough if I carry those dreams with me as I walk in the world, my dreams, they become real. My dreams become the real world. And the real world is that much more beautiful for it.