The Artist of the Sky…

April 27th, 2010
Rising Seagull at Dawn
Image by Oberazzi via Flickr

The artist of the sky was rapidly brushing the colorful hues of the dawn onto the sky.  Some remnants of the night sky were leftover.  The remaining colors ranged from grayish blue to muted purple, so the painter of the sky rapidly brushed in light washes of gold, yellow, light blue, pinks and a touch of red here and there.  Clouds intermingled with the colors leaving some with golden linings while others took on the hues of the sky.

As the artist of the sky rapidly worked, drops fell off his paintbrush and sailed toward the earth to shatter into hundreds of pieces upon impact.  The pieces of color, because they now had a life of their own, formed into flowers that stretched open their petals towards the new morning sky.

With a sigh for a job well done, the painter of the sky went his merry way on a new path that was surrounded on each side by wild flowers that matched the sky.  He never noticed that the new flowers matched his palette.

And, so a new beautiful day began as Kya rapidly got ready to start another day of school, learning how to become a respected lady of the orb.

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The Title to the First Book is…

April 27th, 2010

I decided on the title for the book, it’s called “Kya’s Story.”

Presently I’m working on a painting that will become the book cover.

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Here’s the Entire Prologue for the First Story

February 16th, 2010

PrologueButterfly
If you sit quietly and listen
You will find that the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings
Can be heard
Keeping your attention on the marvel
You will find that you can hear the butterfly sip nectar

The butterfly doesn’t mind that you listen or watch
She, in fact, likes it a lot
And when you are caught
Don’t be surprised if she dances around you
Just out of arms reach
Showing you her lovely markings
Capturing you in her spell

It is said that if you whisper to her your wish
She will take it with her in flight
Bringing your wish to the highest authority
And sometimes it makes it all the way
To be heard
…and it happens
It is the wishes that are for the benefit of all
That seem to come true…

It just so happens that yesterday one butterfly did play in such a way
She had one set of satin black wings
and another set of deep azure blue wings
The second set were speckled with tiny white dots

She hovered over the small red bells that were speckling a green thorny bush
Sipping nectar from the flowers – first one then another – very rapidly
And when she saw me there watching and listening intently
She showed me how easy it was to fly

She circled teasingly around my head
As if she was creating a crown of flowers for me to wear
Then she returned to her task
But seeing that I was still fascinated with her
She again came to me

I whispered my wish to her
I spoke of the wonders that could be on our world
And of the land that wasn’t safe
Imagine I said to her
Imagine how it could be

She went off to complete her task
I went my merry way
Never thinking to tell another about the encounter
With the beautiful butterfly…

ILIA

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