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FOLKTALE WEEK 2021

PROMPT #6/7: RIVER & SKY


Marta, now with golden locks of hair and a beaming aura, hugged her grandfather. She knew what this transformation meant to her family, herself, and the people of the island. She knew that she must take her place as the Moon.

Courage rose within her as the bird gently laid low to the table. She grabbed the wing with both hands and stepped onto the bird with her left foot. Utilizing the bird for resistance Marta pulled herself onto the bird’s back. With a swift movement, the bird took off through the hall. Marta waved to the crowd as the bird flew past the shops, the market square, and toward the tree line.


River. Artwork done in walnut ink, black ink, and Etchr gold pearlescent watercolors on Arches 140 lb watercolor paper.


River. Artwork done in walnut ink, black ink, and Etchr gold pearlescent watercolors on Arches 140 lb watercolor paper.


Marta’s tiny and glowing body was lifted from the bird. In front of the night sky, with the blessing from the Sun, and support from a flock of birds with beaks of glitter and feathers of gold, she transformed into a round orb.

Wind dashed through her hair and sent hair tendrils in every direction. As she looked back she realized that they were following the river that leads to the open beach like in her dream. The trees and houses became illuminated as they flew past. Marta, realizing this gift, smiled and flung her hands in the air.

The river twisted and turned until they finally came upon the open estuary. The transition from river to ocean created a magical effect. Marta’s tiny and glowing body was lifted from the bird. In front of the night sky, with the blessing from the Sun, and support from a flock of birds with beaks of glitter and feathers of gold, she transformed into a round orb. The birds carried Marta to the sky and then dispersed into the fabric of the night as bright shiny stars. It is said that she remains in the heavens, orbiting the Earth to provide balance – but more importantly, to provide hope to those that, like herself, did not believe in the truth of tales.



River. Artwork done in walnut ink, black ink, and Etchr gold pearlescent watercolors on Arches 140 lb watercolor paper.


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PROMPT #4/5: Feast & BIRD


At the annual Luna festival, there is a rhythm to the crowd. The festival-goers sway with each other like a serpentine through the market square. They hem and haw at the items for sale in the booths. There are lanterns, moon cookies, posters, and all things that represent the light during the evening.

Colors from the artwork shone bright and Marta, standing in front of a small shop, noticed the reflection of golden beak painted onto a wooden sculpture. The sculpture was a two-winged bird that stood with one wing parallel to the ground. The feet were carved at the base to support the bird’s structure. Marta stared at the bird and was transported back to her dream. The vision of the bird flashed in her mind as she fell back into the ocean. She stepped back and felt the hard stone walkway of the market underneath her feet. She was not in her dream.


Artwork done in walnut ink, black ink, and Etchr gold pearlescent watercolors on Arches 140 lb watercolor paper.


Marta was not afraid of the bird. It did not hurt her in her dream she thought. It would not hurt her here.

Marta loved the Luna festival because the small town came alive during the weekend. Day one was dancing. On day two there were games and contests. And at the end of day three, there was a large feast for the town to celebrate.

On the third day, Marta and her family huddled together and looked for a place to eat their dinner. They found a large table in the main hall and sat down. Within minutes of settling into their new places, they were reminiscing about the people they had met and the new foods they had tried during the weekend.

Suddenly, Marta felt her feet start to move slightly as if the Earth was rumbling beneath her feet. She thought she imagined the shaking but she then noticed that the forks and spoons began to rattle on the table. A gust of wind burst through the door and there she saw what had appeared so clear in her dream. An enormous building-sized bird with wings that shone bright.

The bird swept through the hall with grace and landed on her table. The people of the town were scared, astonished, and amazed. Some people ran and others were paralyzed in their stance. They stared at the big bird beast and waited.

Marta was not afraid of the bird. It did not hurt her in her dream she thought. It would not hurt her here. She stepped onto the large wooden table. Her feet steadied and she looked up to see that the bird was holding a necklace in its mouth. Gold sparkled in the light. The bird flung the necklace into the air in Marta’s direction. Her tiny hands grasped the string of gold beads and when her hand was secure about the necklace the crowd started to gasp.

Marta’s hair, face, and clothing began to shift. A soft light emanated from her being and brightened the room. She looked to her grandfather. He smiled at her and laughed. Marta smiled back. As they both knew at that moment that stories were true.

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PROMPT #3: AWAKENING


Grandfather sat down on the side of Marta’s bed.

“This is a tale of two best friends,” said Grandfather, “who believed in the harmony and balance of light. The Sun, a fiery red being with gladiator strength took care of the Earth and protected the people during the day. The Moon, with her mystic powers and golden hair, encouraged creatures of the night. Different, but both imperative roles. The Sun and the Moon lived this way from the beginning of time and maintained a consistency that allowed life on Earth to flourish.

One night, a demon appeared determined to find a place of its own in the sky. With no care for the balance of life on Earth, he attacked the Sun first. He speared and gnawed, hoping to upend the Sun’s position, but he was no match for the Sun’s fire and force. The demon quickly retreated, fleeing to the rocks and crevasses not easily reached by the daylight.



Artwork done in walnut ink, black ink, and Etchr gold pearlescent watercolors on Arches 140 lb watercolor paper.






It is said that when the pieces of the Moon split they did not land on the Earth. On the contrary, the particles grew beaks of glitter and wings of gold and are said to scour the Earth waiting for the next person worthy of the Moon’s magic.

Next, the demon hid until just before dawn, and then, as the darkness faded, he launched himself at the Moon. The Moon was surprised by the timing and viciousness of the attack. She fought but could not overpower the demon’s aggression. She screamed out for the Sun, but he was not close enough of a distance to hear and could not help her. As the fight went on, the Moon understood her fate. Instead of her power being used by the demon, she decided that her magic was best scattered across the land. Her delicate figure transformed and her golden hair broke into a million pieces disbursing in the air.

When the Sun rose and saw what had happened to his best friend his fire raged. “If Moon is gone, there will be no one in the night sky,” he said. He struck down the demon and the blackness of night as we know it began.

It is said that when the pieces of the Moon split they did not land on the Earth. On the contrary, the particles grew beaks of glitter and wings of gold and are said to scour the Earth waiting for the next person worthy of the Moon’s magic.



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