She ruled, not with an iron fist, But with an iron-clad mind, For her identity found footing in love, And her compassion could not be shaken. ~ Janna Vanderveen
Sometimes I splash inks, watercolors, and acrylics onto paper just to see what happens. Within the chaos an image usually forms, and in this case, I found fan adorable little fantasy creature. What is she? A who’s it, or what’s that, or whatchamacallit? You tell me. Regardless, I fell in love with her flower filled hair and tail puff, her tiny fairy wings, and her big eyes.
Rainbows and pearls Adorn fairies and sprites Who dust imaginations With magic and light. ~ Janna Vanderveen