(The sketch is an imitation of what is maybe my favorite piece of fairy tale art, from Edmund Dulac’s illustrations of the Snow Queen. Dulac’s reindeer has more of a look of having its head pulled down, and being braced: details of line make such a difference. Hopefully, I am learning. I did make my girl a bit scrawnier and simplify the background on purpose … & now I get to play with color.)
. . . being variations of candle art — I think these color versions are nicer than the colorless look I was trying originally. One of those was used here: Carry a Candle. (Story Warren also ran a piece with some spackle images lately, here: I live like an ancient cave-dweller surrounded with representations of mysteries: crowned heads embracing fishes, bears wearing party hats, smoke from a hunter’s fire that shapes itself into a great fox lecturing a small, forlorn-looking tiger … all things that need to be visualised for those who dwell sadly beside blank walls).
The light does shine in darkness. And however intensely dark it becomes, the darkness cannot hide even the smallest flicker of light.
I haven’t seen the hills for far too long, but I saw the sun-slant down the blanched grass on the hills today. Here are the hills in weather.
Tonight I found this draft in an old journal: The hills, estranged from me awhile, have striae from my birth, and almost verbal lenity for my exile from the earth.