Friday, April 01, 2011
When I was a child I lived and breathed fairytales. They fascinated me, both the words and the illustrations. Ghosts, fairies, trolls, witches....they in turned scared me and made me search out more. When the light fades and night draws in, I always think of those fairytales. When the sky loses light and the moon shines through thin cloud onto the water, the world takes on a new look and feel. In my imagination, little pinpricks of light on the distant shore across the bay, that are houses or businesses or cars, become will-o'-the-wisps, the magical balls of fire that flicker in the mist.
As darkness falls, the land and sea take on a new life and look. Its as mesmerizing to me as watching the flames burn in a fire. The absence of natural light and the addition of artificial light, shadows and reflections can turn the mundane world into fairytales and ghost stories.
This small pastel was a quick sketch of lights across the cove at that magical time of day.