The Mango Fairy

I just liked the idea:)... It's been a tough mango season thus far... our starch tree has produced a grand total of three gnarled ones, and the julie trees are just putting out little ones. My grandmother grieves for mangoes, reveres them almost. She watches the growing Julies every day, cups them, talks to them, warns the dogs against interfering with them. This is where the idea first came from.

If I squint up at the tall mango tree by the back fence, I can just picture Mango fairy sitting on a branch, legs dangling among the leaves. I like the expression on her face... almost caught in the act. And I think she's so beautiful too... Feel free to comment if you like.

Blessings,
~D

Hope is a thing that grows....

This painting occupies a wall in my mother's classroom. (She trust me, eh?) It started as a small thing, a feeling of uncertainty. I didn't really want a concept, I just wanted an idea, a flash, a shape to build around.

So she isn't lost, although she looks it. She comes back to the hope tree to reassure herself that hope keeps growing, no matter what doubt, what change waits in the distance.

Painting this was a comfort, a light... hope someone else finds it something of warmth too.

~D