On a beautiful starry night, in the soft moonlight of a grassy area, four girls in white outfits are innocently frolicking. Their pure, bright smiles and angelic outfits shine brightly in the silence of the night. Here you can find a moment of peace and joy away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life that will soothe the hearts of those who see it.
Digital Art • Angelic Girls • IllustNation Nakata
🦄“When the unicorn arrived, things were different from what had been expected. He was such a noble animal, to begin with, that he carried a beauty with him: it held all spellbound who were within sight. The unicorn was white, with hoofs of silver and graceful horn of pearl. He stepped daintily over the heather, scarcely seeming to press it with his airy trot, and the wind made waves in his long mane, which had been freshly combed. The glorious thing about him was his eyes. There was a faint bluish furrow down each side of his nose, and this led up to the eye-sockets, and surrounded them in a pensive shade. The eyes, circled by this sad and beautiful darkness, were so sorrowful, lonely, gentle and nobly tragic, that they killed all other emotion except love."
~ T. H. White (1906–1964), The Unicorn
Painting • The Secret Place • Sue Clyne
By Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything.
Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back.
There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed.
These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink.
I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about.
So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of Story-books.
Art: Acorn Books by Joe Gilronan 🪄⭐✨
"May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness, and riches Today, tomorrow, and beyond."
~Irish blessing
Stay Magical • Eeva Nikunen
"This yearning for their friendship and for the mere knowledge that they exist has its root in the fact that the fairies are there, silent and unseen to most people, yet close at hand--taping, as it were, with elfin hands on the thin shell between two worlds."
~ Dora van Gelder Kunz
🧚♂️🦄 Painting | "Fairy Of The Mystic Forest | Judy Mastrangelo
🧜♀️“I’m always happy when I’m surrounded by water, I think I’m a Mermaid or I was a Mermaid. The ocean makes me feel really small and it makes me put my whole life into perspective… it humbles you and makes you feel almost like you’ve been baptized. I feel born again when I get out of the ocean.” “I’m always happy when I’m surrounded by water, I think I’m a Mermaid or I was a mermaid.The ocean makes me feel really small and it makes me put my whole life into perspective… it humbles you and makes you feel almost like you’ve been baptized. I feel born again when I get out of the ocean.” ~ Beyoncé Knowles
Illustration • Mermaid • Naoko Stoop
By William Allingham
Golden, golden, Light unfolding, Busily, merrily, work and play, In flowery meadows, And forest shadows, All the length of a Summer day! All the length of a Summer day!
Sprightly, lightly, Sing we rightly, Moments brightly hurry away; Fruit-tree blossoms, And roses’ bosoms,— Clear blue sky of a Summer day! Dear blue sky of a Summer day!
Springlets, brooklets, Greeny nooklets, Hill and Valley, and salt sea-spray, Comrade rovers, Fairy lovers,— All the length of a Summer day All the livelong Summer day!
Painting • Best of Friends • Karen Howarth
"Fairytales in childhood are stepping stones throughout life, leading the way through trouble and trial. The value of fairy tales lies not in a brief literary escape from reality, but in the gift of hope that goodness truly is more powerful than evil and that even the darkest reality can lead to a Happily Ever After. Do not take that gift of hope lightly. It has the power to conquer despair in the midst of sorrow, to light the darkness in the valleys of life, to whisper 'one more time' in the face of failure. Hope is what gives life to dreams, making the fairy tale the reality."
~ L.R. Knost
Painting • Fairies In My Garden • Judy Mastrangelo
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot.
Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth.” ~ George R.R. Martin
Digital Art • Summer Prologue • Eeva Nikunen
