Saturday, August 27, 2022

And Sometimes Cats

"Yes," she sighed. "I'm one of an odd family. We sleep days and fly nights like black kites on the wind. If we want, we can sleep in moles through the winter, in the warm earth. I can live in anything at all - a pebble, a crocus, or a praying mantis. I can leave my plain, bony body behind and send my mind far out for adventure. Now!"

Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. She soared in doves as soft as white ermine, stopped in trees and lived in blossoms, showering away in petals when the breeze blew. She perched in a limegreen frog, cool as mint by a shining pool. She trotted in a brambly dog and barked to hear echoes from the sides of distant barns. She lived in new April grasses, in sweet clear liquids rising from the musky earth.

-Ray Bradbury, The April Witch


Work by Christophe Chabout√©.


5 comments:

Willow Cove said...

Beautiful artwork.
Thought it was a photo for a second.

Autumnleaf said...

This is the stuff Autumn dreams are made of. Cats and trees and twilight. This reminds me of Maggie Vandevalle's work. She has cats in trees and flying around with bat wings and in hot air balloons as well as a myriad of other nature-inspired works. This is a beautiful piece!

Rot said...

Yeah. Love this guy's style and I definitely have featured Maggie's work! Love her stuff.

girl6 said...

The 300 Tree.<333!!!
& Ray's Halloween Tree. Gorgeous!

Rot said...

haha totally!