Entangle

If You landed here from Illusration Friday Crunchy Please check out my real submission by going to my December entries. I was tired and entered the wrong link. Thanks. They wouldn't let me reenter my link when I realized what I did. This is last weeks entry. Autumn's locks entangle the foliage changing their colours.

A harlequin marionette entangle sort of like when we let others pull our strings.

Had two ideas that I wanted to try and couldn't decide which I wanted to show Illustration Friday. Which one do you like better? I would love to know. I also love to hear people's comments. Thanks for stopping by.

Thanksgiving

There are all kinds of ways to think of thanksgiving. Sometimes it is in a cloud or lying on a hill or being with a friend.

Closet Gnome

A humming, a twitter, a buzz, a noise beyond hearing emanated from the deep, dark, depth of the closet.

A puff of air, a small breath of breeze, a flicker of curtains opens a slit of light from a bright moon lit night.

Caught by a moon beam, held by a boy's clear sight, a closet Gnome stands frozen and frightened to move a minute muscle.

Closet Gnome discovery

Perhaps unnoticed or not believed, perhaps thought to be imagined or seen as night's shadows dancing.

Hoping Mortimer the Gnome wills himself unseen to make himself invisible.

Knowing and now seeing what he knew all along his eyes locked and fixed on this creature of beyond.

The boy Felix stares gluing his eyes refusing to blink scared that his magical creature would disappear.

Closet Gnome dusting

"You there. I see you. Yes you." And in a breath Felix and Mortimer were side by side, face to face and eye to eye.

"I know some serious magic needs to happen now or I couldn't do this." And with that Felix touches Mortimer with a eruption of faerie dust.

"I know something magical when I see it."

Closet Gnome rant

"It is a well known fact that Gnomes live among us unseen. This has been going on for a long, long time and we like it that way. Sometimes people will see us and do not believe it, this happens all the time. You got to be nuts to believe in little people, you need glasses. Well those are the rules and that is just the way it is. Grow up! And go back to sleep I am just a dream. Forget about it."

"Now you touching me like that was out of line. OK OK maybe I do owe you a little magic. And maybe all this Faerie dust is a dead give away."

"Caught in a moon beam; they warn you, they tell you never ever get caught in a moon beam. So I did big deal. Or it wouldn't be if you hadn't touched me. Now my whole world is changed. I have to... never mind. Magic is what you want and magic is what you will have."

Closet Gnome flight

Surrounded by white fluffy clouds flying in a toy red boat Felix steers and guides not knowing where. Mortimer wedged in the front of the boat with arms out stretched like a plane.

Mortimer; "You can not find where we are going by knowing how or by looking. There is no route in fact the more you think about it and try to find it the more it will elude you. Do not try this on your own. Just follow the Faerie dust."

Just then the clouds part and an island appears flowing in the sky.

"We're here. We're here. I'm home. I'm Home"

Closet Gnome home

The Island is lush and green and thick with forest.

There is soft gentle music flowing and inviting.

As soon as they land Mortimer scrambles out and scurries into the forest followed closely by felix never leaving him out of his sight.

And so it begins....

Music

For Illustration Friday's Music. A faerie singing with all her heart letting the music take over.

Cow Tipping

Cow tipping struck me as a little unbalanced.

I like the idea of the cows doing the tipping.

Illustration Friday's " Unbalanced"

The Closet Gnome

And there he was from out of the shadows.

Twinkle in his eye with an attitude and presence.

Done for Watercolor Wednesdays.

I liked the faeries and gnomes of Brian Fround and Allan Lee and wanted to create my own.

I was having my own gnome problems with anything mechanical while making this. I thought my scanner was broken but I think it was my thingy that I plug the ubs cable devices into. Then my answering machine wasn't on and it was giving me the time and not recording my outgoing message. I bought a new scanner which I may not of needed and had to install it. It have me problems because I was still using a plug that didn't work. When I was reinstalling the photoshop that I like using wouldn't open again because of those plug thingy that were not working. So it is now 2:30 am as I write this had I known I could of had this done by early evening. This gnome is a mischievous fellow who seems to be living up to his name. The wild thing boy in the tree and this fellow will get into all sorts of adventures.

I love to hear comments please feel free.

Wild Thing

He sat perched in the fork of a tree in the back yard.

Painted in war paint of lipstick on his arms and cheek waiting.

He tied his mother's leopard patterned scarf around his waist and over his underwear.

Maybe not one the best of his decisions he made today.

Mom loved that scarf, one of her favourites and there would be a price to pay.

For now he is a wild thing, a thing of the wild and in his mind endangered.

For Watercolour Wednesday's topic Wild Thing.

Blur

There is a place between waking and sleeping.

Between here and there, between real and dreams,

where everything blurs together, where nothing is separate.

This place where everything is possible, this place of the in between.

Skinny Dipper

Had another thought about illustration Friday's "Skinny". I wanted it too be happier and lighter so a skinny dipper it is. Let me know what you think I love to read the comments.