A note to forest fairies : Pondering this week's theme of miniature for artwords, I was recalling my most favourite magazine of the recent past, Victoria. This particular cover is over 10 years old. I believe I only missed one or two of the magazines in the entire time it was being published. I feel proud to own this treasure. I was very touched by one particular story of someone that made tiny houses and furniture from objects of nature. They were building homes for fairies and enjoyed putting them in places throughout their yard that were somewhat hidden. This is my first attempt with found items. They are quite fragile. The table actually lost one of its legs after I'd finished the photo shoot. I used bark, thin tree branches, flower petals (dried), tiny viola flowers, hollyhock flower and seedhead, and some old grape vine pieces. The top right hand photo shows a forest of grass so you can get some idea of the size. The photos were taken by some moss on our front walk.
Dear fairy friends...

"Toot your own horn!"~ this week's topic for Studio Friday. I'm still kind of searching for my own specialty area. I'm trying numerous possibilities. I did, however, begin as a writer and have been trying to encorporate words with visual images. This image was done digitally but I hope to also use the idea on actual cards and a collage.
The photos of the Church, and the stairs, are where I was baptized, went to Sunday school, and was confirmed. This is the place where I began my journey of hope and faith.

Gratitude Entry ~ Or maybe you could call it a journal entry. The last couple of days have been a bit down. I thought I should take time to play a bit and also make note of a few things for which I am grateful this day.
I know - the writing is very crooked. Too bad - so sad. ; ) lol

NOT procrastinating ~ just needing a break for some self regulation as I try to put the words to paper:

And A Meadow Lark Sang

"The child whispered, 'God, speak to me'
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.

So the child yelled, 'God, speak to me!'
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.

The child looked around and said,
'God let me see you' and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.

And the child shouted,
'God show me a miracle!'
And a life was born but the child did not know.

So the child cried out in despair,
'Touch me God, and let me know you are here!'
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.

But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly."

Ravindra Kumar Karnani
(This poem was originally written in the Hindi language.)