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...and now lets lower our voice and be a bit wary,
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for we want to enter the realm of creativity,
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the space in which the hidden form and
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the seeking form circle one another,
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intertwine and wait in the twilight of their dream,
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for the light to come,
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in order to give them color and contours,
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and to illuminate what has turned into an image!
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Whoever would be brash enough to enter here
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with the blazing torch of curiosity
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would find little more than a mistily drifting cluster of images.
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For this space does not permit a direct approach,
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and it does not respond to concrete demands!
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I'd forgotten how much I love watercolors, it's been a while since I last picked up my brush, and now I remember my little liquid
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love affair, the soft, thick texture of the paper, the way it pulls the paint right into it, colors gently flowing together, sometimes tender, sometimes bold,
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just heavenly....and after I spent the afternoon painting this little Valentine, I decided to create something I've had in my head for a long time now, I have collected music boxes since I was a kid. I have always just adored the tinny tones and their enchanting but clumsy movements. I am expanding my creative horizons, this is a whole new medium for me, and
so, here is the first of many...Now playing for your enjoyment "A Midwinter Nights Dream" peer into the portal...
Visuals Details: I created these music boxes out of various antique odds and ends, cleaned and rebuilt the moving parts. Redressed the petite ballerinas, as they were nude when I found them. The wings I attached to her once belonged to a dashing dragonfly, he was dropped on my doorstep last summer by a busy mother swallow. I sealed them to protect their delicate beauty. I painted the porcelain butterfly girl bust in soft shades of lavender and blue to match the small remnant of 1920s crushed velvet, that I used to cover the music box. Lastly a few gems were added for just a bit of sparkle.
And now for the OWOH winner of Cinderella's paper slippers **Rebecca Ramsey** thank you to one and all it was such fun!