by Theresa | Oct 12, 2017 | Moments
Deeply rooted, and well-versed in Time’s Ravages; the Dark Tree grows only from the shattered last hope and answers the soul’s cry for help. It silently offers itself as the last resort and speaks gently of comfort and shelter. It whispers warm welcomes to...
by Theresa | Sep 27, 2017 | Moments
I remember seeing the dancing northern lights fairly often as a child growing up in North Dakota, but viewing them as an adult in Idaho hasn’t happened as frequently. The times when we stood outside in the back yard to view the Idaho version of the auroras...
by Theresa | Sep 26, 2017 | Blog
I fancy myself a collector of amazements. I am forever unearthing interesting objects to take home, or, at least photographing my non-portable finds. As you might expect, after several decades of adulthood, I’ve acquired an abundance of things! I have...
by Theresa | Sep 26, 2017 | Moments
I fancy myself a collector of amazements. I am forever unearthing interesting objects to take home, or, at least photographing my non-portable finds. Inevitably, a lot of those amazing things end up in my paintings. I’ve now done several “Collection of...
by Theresa | Mar 4, 2017 | Blog
Flash forward about six years. The fairy craze died down. My creative nature had moved onward to other subjects, but I would still paint a fairy or two a year, just for fun. (Most often in the spring when the new flowers and sunshine would inspire me to venture Into...
by Theresa | Mar 4, 2017 | Blog
I have forever been an ardent fan of the Faerie Realm. My first crush was on Disney’s Tinkerbell, which quickly morphed into a full-blown love affair with the ethereal world, and its mythical creatures. Little girl ballerina-dreams would usually involve some...
by Theresa | Jun 10, 2016 | Reverie
Definitely a play on words and creatures! An old expression that can sometimes still be heard describing Nascar drivers or baseball players (like a batter with three balls and no strikes on him). “The catbird seat” is an American English idiomatic phrase...
by Theresa | Jun 10, 2016 | Moments
Hope… It is easy to lose, and sometimes very hard to find. The eyes will always show it. Our eyes reflect our history. The souvenirs we have collected on our life’s journey are written in our miraculous eyes. They speak of how we have been to the raw,...
by Theresa | Apr 29, 2016 | Blog
I once longed for… A refuge for the heart sore. A reclusive, private retreat from the ache of keeping your chin up when life is hard. I imagined… A mythical tree, one worthy of legend and half-remembered tales, all but forgotten now, except by just a...
by Theresa | Apr 29, 2016 | Reverie
The gnarled tree has stood sentinel for generations, deep in the outer reaches of the Forest of Sorrows. It lives, never growing green, yet never dying or rotting away, next to a chill, bottomless, crystal pool of water salted by tears. The Grieving Tree can somehow...
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