ONE OF A KIND… (OOAK) collectible hand-painted stone, echoing the colours of bunting, wildflowers, and moonlit skies.
WHEN I’M PAINTING… I have the stone I’m working on, a.k.a. my canvas, and the stone I use as a palette. This ‘palette stone’ sits to my right and is used for working out the kinks in the pens, which tend to clog, especially when layering.
IN THE BEGINNING… when this stone got covered in scribbles and doodles and such like, I would wash it off in order to start over – a clean slate, a clean stone. But then I started to see beauty in these unintended marks. They told another tale; one I hadn’t consciously intended. Like channelling, I guess – more dreamscape than sea- or land-scene. And dreams and the subconscious fascinate me and have always featured strongly in my work.
SO I BEGAN… to use the unconscious marks as a base, and then create a conscious set of marks on top of them.
👈🏻 This stone belongs to this series.
AS I WRITE THIS… this it is summertime and the small village where I live has been celebrating its artistic heritage with two weeks of fireworks, cannon fire, street bunting, musical performances, artisan displays, poetry recitals and people on the streets until the wee hours... I know this, because I have been listening. The colours of this stone reflect the colours surrounding me – in the bunting spread across the narrow cobbled streets, in the wild flowers springing up out of cracks in the hand-built walls, in the plants displayed proudly outside the lines of leaning houses. And they also evoke in me the feeling of summer – wispy white clouds, pink horizons at dusk, clear night skies full of twinkling distant stars and, when it’s visible, a creamy milk-white moon. I love lying outside late at night on a yoga mat staring up at the sky, talking to the distant planets, seeing if I can spot a UFO or a shooting star, trying to connect with something bigger, older and wiser than myself, my little dog prostrate by my side, waiting for me to bore and retire.
A DREAMERS’ STONE… a questioners’ stone, a channellers’ stone, a stone that looks beyond what is visible to the eye and demands answers. This stone is full of suggestion and possibility, full of mystery and wonder, full of things you can’t quite see but suspect might really be there. This stone was born to delight you; like the perfect fairytale spun at bedtime, the medicine proceeding a night of wondrous and wonderful dreams.
STARLIGHT, STARDUST, AND A PINK ALIEN
In narrow streets where bunting flies,
and fireworks paint the velvet skies,
where flowers bloom from ancient stone,
this quiet magic finds its home.
The colors dance, they twist and weave,
like dusk’s soft glow on summer’s eve,
pink horizons, stars that gleam,
a world that feels like half a dream.
A stone that holds the sky’s embrace,
the moon’s soft glow, the night’s calm grace,
it carries whispers, secrets, signs,
a question mark between the lines.
A dreamer’s stone, it longs to seek,
the hidden paths, the answers meek,
to conjure up what can’t be seen,
and spin the threads of every dream.
So lay beneath the midnight sky,
let questions float, let wonders fly,
for in this stone, the magic stirs,
a quiet call the heart prefers.
👉🏻 WHAT WOULD… you like to conjure up?
👉🏻 WHERE WILL… your dreams take you?
👆🏻 I HOPE YOU… find as much pleasure in gazing into this stone as I did in painting it.
👉🏻 INSPIRED BY: Jungian Psychology, the Tarot, dreams and dream analysis; and a love of stars, the night sky, fireworks as a visual, and bright cheerful colours.
DIMENSIONS:
• Pebble: 7 x 5cm; 2.8 x 2in
MATERIALS:
• Paint Pens
• Baker Ross Multi-Purpose Acrylic Craft Varnish
PLEASE NOTE: this is not a toy, it is delicate, it is meant for ornamental purposes only. If you do happen to drop or accidentally scrape or chip it, you may revarnish it with a thin layer of clear gloss varnish, making sure to allow significant time for it to properly dry. If you get it covered in dirt, grime or drool, you may gently wipe or rinse it. Deeper damage may require touching up the image with paint pens and then revarnishing. Rest assured, most minor incidents can be rescued, but the responsibility lies with you.
🔒 © Rebecca L. Atherton | All Rights Reserved, 2024.