~Trisha Romance

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Trisha's Life as an artist began at a very early age.
The drive to capture her immediate surroundings
and find inspiration in everyday events of life can
be traced to when she was only five years old.
This vision and excitement for life continues to be
the creative force behind her celebrated work today.
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Trisha was born in Western New York and moved
to Canada in 1969 to attend Sheridan College
in Oakville, where she received a degree in design
and illustration. She now lives in Niagara-on-the Lake
with her family, who have become the loving focus
of her many paintings in watercolour.
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The popularity of Trisha's paintings continue to grow,
exceeding her ability to supply the demand.
Since 1980, limited edition reproductions from the
originals have allowed collectors to enjoy
her artwork worldwide.
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. As Children, we walked by the light of the moon
through the woods and across a crystal field to
reach the pond for an evening of skating.
On other nights our father took us to the town park
where lamp lights glowed through snow flakes
and the ice shimmered as town folk waltzed around
the rink. These images have stayed with me and
were destined to become a  painting one day.”
.It was late afternoon, that time in winter when
darkness comes early. Snow was falling in giant flakes
as Whitney and I headed home after a wonderful time of Christmas shopping. . .
   I quickened my pace and explained that we must
hurry home to get dinner started. But when I glanced
down, I realized that Whitney had not even heard me.
She had stopped and was silently transfixed by a
glorious nativity scene in the shop window.  
      ~Trisha~
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~Dorothy Wallace

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Dorothy Wallace has been a professional portrait
photographer since 1995 and a fine art photographer
for the past 20 years. She specializes in sepia-toned,
hand-colored portraits inspired by The Golden Age
in photography, illustration and children’s literature.
Her passion for photography began with the birth of
her children and the desire to connect the past to the
present and to preserve the fleeting moments of childhood.
Initially self- taught in all aspects of B&W photography,
she later returned to college to absorb as much
photographic knowledge as she could.
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It was there that she developed
her hand-coloring style and love for alternative processes.
Her photographs have been exhibited in numerous
galleries and competitions and have received many
awards. A portfolio of her work was published in
Darkroom Photography magazine.
For the past several years she has been photographing
faeries. She captures the images on film,
then handprints, sepia-tones and (often) hand-colors
the photographic print.
All of her work is shot (outdoors) in available light.
She utilizes beautiful hand-painted backgrounds,
props, clothing & wings created by a group of
extremely talented artists.
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It is a true collaboration.
Her favorite subjects are children, whose ability to
suspend disbelief at any given moment lends an
air of enchantment, innocence and wonder to her
faery portraits. It is her hope that those who view
these images may remember & believe". 
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Dorothy’s beautiful photography captures the innocence
of childhood and the enchantment of the Faerie Realms.
Her vintage style portraits are created using traditional
techniques, and are sepia toned and coloured by hand.
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http://www.dorothywallacephotography.com/
Entry with Permission from artist!

~Sunday Poem~

Painting by Jean Claude Guidou

You are probably what the moon dreams about
when it lays its head to rest each night.
I imagine it waits for someone as bright as itself
to walk into its bedroom of stars and lost wishes,
and ask, “Where have you been all my life?”

The way you walk into a room may seem normal to most,
but to me, it’s like finally catching your breath
after you’ve lost it.
Your embrace is something history books
will write about one day.
You could carry the Atlantic in your arms
with ease, if needed.

And your heart.
Your heart is what amazes me,
it’s something I wonder if even a god could create.
Your love is what man works their entire life to find.
It’s the kind of thing you could lean the world on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is,
I love every inch of your existence.

~source~

~ Poem by Terry Windling

~ Virginia Lee

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Born in Devon, England in 1976, she started to
draw and sculpt surreal things from quite an early age.
After studying art and design at Exeter College,
she embarked on a degree in illustration at
Kingston University, where she did much of the
work featured on this website.Shortly after graduating
in 1999, she was lucky enough to work as a sculptor
for the "Lord of the Rings' trilogy in New Zealand,
creating archetectual details, fountains and statues
for the sets. When the film production had finished, 
she went onto sculpt highly detailed, collectible
wall plaques of scenes from the films.
Currently residing in Brighton, she has been devoting
some of her time to sculp and paint for
exhibition, but mainly she has been focusing
on her illustration. '
The Frog Bride'' is her first children's book and
she has just finished a book
about the greek goddess 'Persephone'.
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http://www.virginialee.co.uk/home.html
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~ Red Riding Hood

by James Sant
.by Welem de Klerk
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Long, long time ago, in a little village at the edge
of a forest, there lived a little girl with her mother
and her father. This little girl was the sweetest,
kindest child there ever was. She was always dressed
in a pretty red cloak and hood that her mother
had made for her, so that everyone began
calling her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day Little Red Riding Hood's mother
called her and said, 'Daughter, your grandmother
is very ill. Please take her this pot of butter and some
custard that I have made.' 'Very well, Mother,' said
Little Red Riding Hood, and ran to get her little basket
for the custard and the butter. 'Be careful,' said
her mother, kissing her. 'Don't stray from the path,
don't stop on the way, and don't speak to any strangers.'

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived all by herself
in a little cottage on the other side of the forest.
Little Red Riding Hood had been through the forest
alone many times, and knew her way.
So she wasn't frightened at all. She skipped merrily
along the forest path, enjoying the bright sunshine,
the blue sky and the birds singing in the trees.
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But suddenly, whom should she meet but a Wolf.
'Hello, little girl,' said the Wolf in his nicest voice.
'Where are you going this bright spring day?'

~YOU CAN READ THE REST OF THE STORY HERE~.

by Edward Frederick Brewtnall 
. by Gari Melchers
. by George Baxter
. by George Hillyard Swinstead
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by Gustave Doré
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by George Sheridan Knowles
. by Isabel Oakley Naftel
.  by Neal Armstrong
. Unknown to Me
. Unknown to Me
. by John Everett Millais
. by Steven Englund
. by William M. Spittle
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Twisted version of the classic tale!
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