The Winter Season is coming, with the new year just around the bend. Yet this year still is good for some surprises... with much joy I have received the news that again a piece of mine has been chosen for Windsong Foundation's annual Pagan Calendar!
Odin the Wanderer will be your warden of January, if you purchase this very special selection of pictures from artists from all around the world! So if anyone still is looking for a special gift for Yule or Christmas, this might be the place to go:
Still looking for the perfect Christmas/Yule present?
Look no further!
The 2017 Pagan Calendar, published by Windsong Foundation, a non-profit organization dedicated to the preservation and continuation of polytheistic practices, gives you works from artists from across the world. Among them is featured a print of my Asa-Thor painting, which was picked exclusively for the calendar.
So, if you follow any Heathen tradition, whether you consider yourself Asatrú, Slavic or Celtic..., or just being in love with myth and culture, this might be the gift for you.
You can buy it via Amazon here: amzn.to/2hdJtZK
Mermaids - contest #14This contest has ended. The winners announement can be found here.and the group's winning results here <da:thumb id="553162180"/>.
Bring on the singing.
The voting for this contest's theme was quite interesting to follow, and it gives some good suggestions for the next competitions, with mermaids gathering 26 votes, Scottish legends 25 votes, and witches 24 votes. This contest will be fishy.
Our Spring 2015 competition is a mixture of water and seductive singing,
and there might be dinner involved. Are the mermaids nice and pretty, or rather the more believable dangerous hunters? Do they live in warm shelf waters, or are they the dwellers of the deep? Don't forget this group's name.
Deadline: the 25th of July 2015
Limit of submissions: one piece per member.
The entry must be prepared for the contest precisely.
The entry must follow the group rules.
SekhmetNo lion, but a lioness
Were you, their deity of war.
More often god; there, then, goddess,
No lion, but a lioness.
Men may make women powerless,
Yet whose the warlike, godlike roar?
No lion's, but a lioness'.
Were you their deity of war?
Traveller in Time - contest #13This contest has ended. The winners announcement can be found here.and the group's winning results here <da:thumb id="520337045"/>.
How many scientists does it take to invent a time machine?
A portal or an elevator, or perhaps a corridor with lots and lots of doors... how would you prefer to go back or forth and skip some years on your way? What would you wear to fit into the period? Would you take someone with you? Or maybe some unexpected companion was revealed, after hiding behind a curtain or under the stairs.
In this last contest of 2014, your task is to venture into the realm of time travellers. Is your time machine an actual machine, or just a doorway in the basement? Your task is to figure it out and describe or depict. You might present it in any time or place you want (remembering The Rules concerning modern things, please see to it to get the details). How about an alter
The Little Time TravelerIt was his masterpiece; a simple cardboard box created by a little boy's imagination. As a canvas for his markers, colorful lines swirled along the sides. Each line told a story of excitement and adventure: thrilling times for a little boy and his ever faithful companion. He held Teddy in his arms, knowing his friend's purpose took much care to achieve; his protector from terrible evils.<da:thumb id="392948121"/>
Lively blue eyes glanced at the fuzzy friend as a big grin was plastered on the little boy's face. The things they had seen on their journeys, defied everything the world had tried to teach them to believe, but they maintained they were too young to believe the world's words. They just wanted to explore the universe for themselves.
Gathering himself up, he sat Teddy down in a chair and made his way to his closet. Sifting through the shirts and trousers, he found his travel clothes and presents them to Teddy; a brown newsboy cap, pants, and shoes with a plaid bow-tie and suspenders. He also found Teddy&
I Can, I Will, I Have Done“You can’t.”
That’s how it started. A boy, a girl and the words, “You can’t”.
With her mother having died from pneumonia, only six months earlier, Suzie arrived at her 21st birthday realising little else had changed in her life. Her sole purpose was now to keep the house in order, an ordeal which started before dawn and ended way after her father and brother had gone to bed. There was bread to bake, grocery shopping to do, cleaning, cooking; the list was endless and she collapsed into bed at night for a fitful few hours sleep grabbed between her loads of work.
“Why was I born different ma?” She spoke to her mother as if she was there listening. “Why was I born like you, with the female body parts? All I want is to be like Phillip – he can run about, he can vote for change, a change that doesn’t affect me so much as him and father.” A small tear trickled down her cheek. “I’m clever too ma, smarter
Will I always wake?
I sleep and dream.
Fighting sleep I dream worse than before
Until I wake no more.
I will not always wake.