Tag: Helena Aguilar Mayans

Pale, beyond Porch and Portal

Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; […] She waits for each and other, She waits for all men born; Forgets the earth her mother, The life of fruits and corn – Algernon Swinburne – The Garden of Proserpine –

The Empty House

See this house, how dark it is Beneath its vast-boughed trees! […] « Secrets », sighs the night-wind, « Vacancy is all I find; Every keyhole I have made Wails a summons, faint and sad, No voice ever answers me, Only vacancy. » […] – Walter de la Mare – The Empty House –  

I don’t want to run to no Hills

I don’t want to run to no hills I can’t seem to summon of the will To recall how to administer the sign I’ve built – without you – King Dude – Silver Crucifix –

Sorcellerie

Frau Gaubenslosher was strongly suspected of witchcraft. […] And it must be confessed appearances were against the Frau. In the first place, she lived quite alone in a forest. This was suspicious. – Ambrose Bierce – The fowl Witch –

A tyrant Spell has bound me

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. […] Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go. – Emily Brontë – The night is darkening around me –

The Gray turns Gold

There is a woodland witch who lies […] The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue, Are signs she works her sorcery through; Weird, wizard characters she weaves Her spells with under forest leaves […] The fancies that she doth devise Take on the forms of butterflies […] Till, where the wood is very lone, Vague monotone meets […]

Mon pays, c’est l’hiver

My Country it is not a country, it’s Winter My Garden it is not a garden, it’s the Plain My Path it is not a path, it is the Snow My Country it is not a country, it’s Winter – Gilles Vigneault – Mon Pays, c’est l’Hiver –

Marchés Noirs

Mark your diaries! With Hexmas just around the corner, I will be offering my creations at several « pop-up stores ». Two in Paris and one in Nyons (26).

The veil is thinning

It was the night of October 31, 1936. Halloween night. The men and women sat at the round table with joined hands. They awaited the message – the message they had hoped for every Halloween night for the past ten years. But the message did not come. Finally, one woman rose from the table and […]

Evolution

It is the power of faith that differentiates authentic Indigenous art from contemporary Indigenous crafts – Froelich Rainey – My « faith », if there is such a thing, resides in Nature. If there is one thing I worship, it is the pure, inner power of Nature. Its beauties never cease to humble me. I try to […]