It started off as it always did in the stories. Small, unnoticed. A bit of dust, a leaf, some birds not finding their way south for the winter.
Perhaps it could've been avoided, asked, and begged with cries from billions of throats but She did not listen.
No one really noticed until a storm wandered west instead of east, nor until the land began to shake and lift, pluck apart at the roots. The seas tumbled into the sky, becoming naught but full of falling fish.
The trees were leaving. And they seemed quite content in not wishing to come back.
The hidden history of the world is a story of powerful feminine forces, long expunged by the patriarchy. Laura Pelick is working to help reclaim this lost knowledge with her portraits of archetypal female power. Goddesses, elementals, and fairies hold a stately court in Ms. Pelick's kingdom of imagination, presiding over deep forests, desert plains, and snow-swept fields. These mythological forces given form are most often confident and serene, but some are tormented by unseen forces or unexplained situation and chose to hide their true faces behind elaborate masks. Whatever their disposition, Laura's figures are rendered with varying levels of abstraction, but they always maintain their dignity, femininity, and humanity. (Review @ BlueMoonRising)