Once upon a time but not so long ago and somewhere in nowhere nearby I was walking in an ancient forest.
Watched by numerous eyes, glittering in the moon quarter, I struck upon an owl high up in an elm asking me if I believe in faeries.
I said “Why do you ask”?
“Seeing is believing”.
And I saw.
When I woke up in the morning I said to my wife. “You never gonna believe this dream but I will visualize it for you”.
Somewhere in nowhere at the edge of an imaginary ancient forest where faeries dwell forever guarded by birds who warn them for human intruders …
A friend of us in the village used to make ‘faeries’. He made a good living out of it and even employed people from (hate that expression:) ‘previously disadvantaged communities‘ (which are BTW still marginalized). The faeries from Stanford, South Africa went all over the globe. But as with so many great new ideas and products; there are always those copycats who do it cheaper and often with inferior materials. The faeries are now made in … (guess….).
A fairy-tale is a surreal story and usually with a happy ending. Our friend’s fairy-tale did not have a happy ending but the remains of his own faeries are all over his place and tell their own story. When processing a selection of 2 images of desintegrating faeries in his garden I tried to emphasize the reality beyond.
But my friend and his wife are an optimistic couple. Soon they will start with a new range of angel faeries and let’s all hope that the follow up of this fairy-tale has a happy ending after all.