“And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears - the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?” ― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan. (ART: 'Autumn' by Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer).
The fairy tree. We had a fairy tree, probably several but one stood out as such, in Llano at Ashling.
Light ~ Eveline Tarunadjaja was born and raised in an air-conditioned Indonesia, but found herself quite at home in Melbourne, Australia. Her artwork evolved from a procrastinating hobby to a passionate love affair with sugar-coated loneliness and mischievous imagery. Now recognised by the intricate detail of cascading hair she illustrates, Eveline’s delicate style is forever evolving and will surely drive her mad one day.
Sleepwalker. Maximilian Pirner, 1878. My mother has told me that when she was a sleepwalker for a certain period during her childhood. Her father once caught her walking in her sleep on top of the brick wall in their garden. He dared not wake her for fear that she might loose her balance, so he just watched her untill she climbed down and returned to her bed.