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ATCs – with a little help from my friends

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from left to right, top to bottom:

Fairy Bright – with background by my nephew Dakota – and ideas from the SFC folk – text says “fairy light, fairy bright, first magic I see tonight”

Another one to honor the Were Pen – reads “Kerry Inkslinger”

Go Green – for my daughter the locovore

Look through this hole…

Casablanca, of course!

vintage Halloween greeting:  May yuou be as lucky as this little kitty, to be held in the arms of someone so pretty”

from Kerry (C) 2008

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August 16, 2008 at 2:56 pm

New ATCs

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Yesterday I took my niece Micah and nephew Dakota to our first ATC class.  These are the ones I did.  The one with the sepia tone says “This is my good side – DON”T cross it.”

The one with the John Atkinson Grimshaw “Fairy of the Night” Dakota did the background for using pastels.  I think it needs a name or quote or something to finish it – any great ideas out there in SFC land?

Kerry 2008

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August 11, 2008 at 2:17 am

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The Princess of Twilight

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Princess of Twilight
(artwork by HeART-a-day)
The Princess of Twilight gathers a handful of rose petals, candleglow on lace curtains, and the luster of old pearls.  She walks through the meadow, the whispering darkness following softly behind her, a rustling tafetta train of shadows. 

Then crickets start to sing and a peeper’s chorus of frogs begins.  Hoot owls call.  One by one, stars appear.  Peace gently washes over the hills.  Wrapped in the dark soft blanket of night, the countryside rests.  Now magic can begin.  Pixies slip out from behind the ivy leaves to dance in the silvery stardust.  The Princess of Twilight smiles, waves her hand and blesses the fairies in their ring.  She gathers the deep stillness around her shoulders, snugs it close like a traveling cloak, and drifts off to sleep.  

Tommorrow she will weave her spell of beauty once more, and gently pull the day to an end, tugging the drawstrings of her silken purse.

by Kerry Vincent (c) 1992

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March 11, 2008 at 2:14 am