Paintings On The Wall

Through the windswept coastal trees..

Where the dead come rising from the sea

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2021!

BLESSED SAMHAIN!

Paintings from the walls in the rooms of Coven Cottage, dwelling place of Gwrach Myfanwy in the upcoming feature ‘Miniature Magick’, parts 1 & 2: in lieu of Oct’-Nov’ 2019 feature, that albeit near ready to go back then, was put on the back-burner due to sad circumstances. The only stumbling block now however’s getting all the set shots done, Covid’s done something to my focus hence it’s proving to be a slow process.

As well as reaching for the Poundland glitter paint bottle again, (a splodge of Poundland best gold, turning a coal-black Baphomet looking like ‘ed sauntered in off a black mass alter, into a homey-honey-hued cutey with a little goat face, amidst a miniature array of bright crochet rugs… and yeah, I’m genuflecting as I speak!) notwithstanding literally living inside a doll-house diorama, has seriously affected the state of one’s mind..

JOY TO THE LAND THAT’S GOVERNED BY A CHILD!!!

.. to paraphrase the bard; peppered with delerium whereby the cottage gets inadvertently addressed as Covid Cottage: I have bled the blood of a thousand Aurora pinpricks, sans the sleep, during lockdown. And the majority of poppets, goddess dolls, Brigids & crosses, shall feature in ‘The Mission Of Witches’, next blog on from the aforementioned. Just in the process of shootin’ all those little critters too…. OOPS, Mother Mandrake, Father Mandrake’nd little Mandy Mandrake’ve all lost their heads, and the Worry Dolls’re too worried about their own heads to care about anybody else’s.. (must refocus!)

The opening lines of verse are from the track ‘Supernatural’, from the album: ‘Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds-Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus’. All ye witches out there, check out ‘Spell’ too, which was used in ROMA to describe a Hebridean cave encounter, with the haunting apparition of the stone angel of Alba… WHOOOO WOO OOOOOH!

Anyways, shall fly by soon, however soon, soon is. So smile like a Jack O’ Lantern ye mote, til I do!

TOAD

Hoy! You up there.. Is there room on your broom for a little one?