Faeries

Mazey Hazey’s Dreams

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I wanted a snorey Monster! Instead I got this sweet little faerie maid. Too lovely (drawn) to be made fun of (on that daft blog) So she’s going to have to snuggle up here on this nice blog!

This be Mazey Hazey,,,,,,,,she bit sleepy,,,,,,,,haddum too much
to undo……..yawn yawn,,,,,,,,haddum,,,,,,,,down-beat upsets
off-frown frets,,,,,,,de-wrinkle worries,,,,,,,un-sorely sorries
on-scurry hurries,,,,,,,,,with-dither daze,,,,,,,,,re-idle laze
not Shoo! Shoo!,,,,,,,,,,,but ssshh ssssh,,,,,,,,,,
make hasties,,,,,,,,,un-rush awaze,,,,,,,,,,yawn yawn

“Oh goodness me!,,,,,,,time for nice nap,,,,,,,methinks”
she thinks,,,,,,get some shuteyed,,,,,,an off-footed,,,,,an lie-legged
an soft-bummed,,,,,,yawn yawn yawn,,,,,,at least four,,,,,,,, yawn
and ,,,,,,yawn,,,,, fortywinks,,,,,,,,mmmmm lubby lubblee

Be sleep soon,,,,,,,,,,,,,she be………………………………
in Land of Nod……..bemazed by…………dreams of Yores
yawn……….yawn…………. yawn……………
mmmmmm yep…..mmmm…. Yummly…………

Don’t wake her up
if she zzzzz SNO……zzzz….SNOR zzzzzz SNORE….zzzzz ….. Ssssss
her……… sleepins…………
zzzzz …SN…..zzzzz SNO….zzzz …. RE….zzzzz ….Sssss
are her……..zzzz….maze…….haze………..
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
of faerie feelins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
unseemly seemins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss
marvelous meanins
zzzzz….SNO……zzzzz……NO….zzzz……RE……zzzzz…….Sssss

Drawing: Hazel Brown; Words: Ian Nisbet

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Under The Tall Beeches

As an interlude from whizzy flying machines we nipped over to Compton Castle for a quiet hour.

It was closed. Not open to weekend visitors. Therefore: lets stroll around the side and up a shady secluded path to where a dozen Tall Beeches are.

‘You are very privileged to come here’ says Haze .’You are the only person that’s shared with me this special faerie place’

The tall beeches are mightily impressive. So straight, so steadfast, so strong. Nothing will bring them down. They’ll be stood here for 5 or 10 centuries more.

Their rooty nobbles are grooting out of the edge of the bank. I can see where Haze has got the inspiration for some of those faerie drawings she did (back in the olden days).

See if you can see what might be knotted together in these rooty gnarls. I could. I can.

Icelandic Faeries

We were listening on the ipad to a Radio 4 Extra programme about Icelandic faeries. How musically do Icelanders speak English! And they sound positively sing-songy when talking about their ‘Spesshal’ faerie friends.

So I’ve created a mash-up: mixed Icelandic voices inside some of Hazels faerie folk and plunged them earthwards into Sigur Ros’s plangent groundswell of sweet melancholy.

Vid: Ian Nisbet, Faerie Illustrations: Hazel Brown, Music: Sigur Ros

Faerie Whites

More late night filming of the street lamp outside my living room window; but are they moths scootling about or are they something else?

What are these strange ethereal nightlight beings?

The sensible way to explain them is to consider them to be hawkmoths.

But they appear amorphous. And they seem ambiguous. And they feel, well, they feel kind of fantastical.

They’ve certainly captured my imagination (and Hazel’s) these last 4 or 5 weeks.

They’ve made me wonder, and feel intrigued. And even be a little bit betwitched.

The Undine and The Girl

I don’t know what to call this vid (yet) Probably words like ‘yearning’ and ‘longing’ and ‘suffering’ and ‘sorrow’ would fit in somewhere. And the Undine could be another kind of water-being and may mysteriously one day tell us its name.

And the Undine is an ‘It’ for now. I see a Her and Hazel sees a Him.

The girl has to swim away. The Undine needs to swim towards. The Undine wants to claw and to clutch and to hold and to have. The Undine wants to claim the girl so as to bring her home.

But the girl doesn’t want to return home.

They are in this synchronous swum-hung state with one another. Symbiotically together, but tantalisingly apart.

Who has the power here? Which one is ascendant? Which one is helpless?

The girl seems oblivious of the Undine’s suffering.

This ‘vision’ (and Hazels picture) were all inspired by the music you hear in the vid – Sigur Ros’s Saeglopur. Watching and listening to the vid might conjure up all sorts of aches of agonies.

(Video: Ian Nisbet Drawings: Hazel Brown)

Miss T ea (se)

Miss T ease

(Drawing: Hazel Brown)

Ian writes:

That is beautiful Hazel. That is astonishing.

You are an amazing artist Hazel Brown.

Quite incredible.

Think I might have to put her on my desktop at home (not here, there will be too much clamouring around the desk from work colleagues wondering what the dickens/ bejaysus etc I’m up to)

Looking at her, I don’t think she will be making any tea any time soon. In fact I don’t think she’s ever made tea, or ever thought of making tea, or ever will make tea.

Tea is what those dull human earth dumplings drink.

This lovely lady wouldn’t touch Tetleys with a proverbial barge pole.

Think I’ll have to treat her very kindly, gently, delicately.

She desires to be cherished.

Thank you Hazel.

No, not ‘thank you’…. Thanks is too small and too proper a word – something else ….  something I don’t know how to say…..

Hazel later wrote: …. Thank you for your thank you ….. she is a ‘thank you’… from me … to you …for all your ….. creative sharing … inspirations … humour …. keeping me on my toes with ….. David Herbert ……… loving Moons ….. owls….. bats….. (new moon today btw) …. and….. taking on a whole family of Faeries and Elves …….. and just…sharing ……….

Ian: Did I say what an amazing artist you are yet Hazel? No?. Well, I’ll say it again.

YOU. ARE. AMAZING. Its true. That is a fact. I’ve entered it on Wikipedia and everything….

Hazel: You can be my first Fan-club member …… if you keep telling me how good I am …. and on Wikipeeeeedia too ….. you are funny Ian … you make me laugh …..  but you seem to TOTALLY GET what I’m doing ….. its brilliant for me ……. someone who … can read my work ……..and get what’s in my head……