One of the features of Enchanted Conversation Magazine is a monthly “Artist Spotlight”, an article that highlights the work of an artist who does work on the fairy tale/folklore/mythology theme.
For June’s Artist Spotlight, I got to interview my favourite artist: Eveline Wallace! That’s right, her of my “Peace Angel” painting. I went over to her house, interviewed her, and took pictures of her paintings; then she fed me lunch and we had a great visit. Win-win all around.
Hop on over to Enchanted Conversation and check out the interview and Eveline’s great paintings – she’s amazing:
If you’re interested in being a featured artist for Artist Spotlight, go here and scroll to the bottom for submission requirements.
I sense enmity
my nerves are taut
my soul alert
sensing its destruction
is stalking me
my heart moves
my eyes dart
Only an Indian
he is crying
his voice throbbing
of sacred things
bled into his
to his song
It was myself.
Song improvised and sent to my son and his wife while
they biked through South America. Singers: Eveline and
Thanks to Angelica of https://amovitam.ca/ for this lovely message and poem.
“I wanted to use it for something special, the payment I got for my first published story. And I found the very thing at the local Christmas Art Show: a painting by my favourite artist, Eveline Wallace. It was priced exactly right.
The actual title of this piece is “Snow”, but I call it “Peace Angel”. (I told Eveline about it, and she approves.) He’s such a cool dude, that angel. So I wrote a poem about him, and here it is – my Christmas greeting to you.”
A Georgian frock coat
Spiked hair like he is
From The Rise of the Guardians
And on his bent arm
Snow whirls around him
As he says without words
Is not saccharine sweetness
Or fluffy emotion
This sketch (pencil on canvas)represents the evolution
of mankind toward brinkmanship. The tiny printing under
the sketch (anthropocene) refers to the age where
mankind’s influence on the climate and environment
of the planet has been dominant.
I’m vowing my life to Life
It’s a song of dying to sing
For tomorrow’s today and forever
And fear has a broken wing