Singing Down the Moon

"Men say you can even sing down the moon from heaven,
And make the holy stars to falter and run backward, against the purpose And current of nature. Ha?"



These were the words spoken of Creon as written by Euripides in the play Medea. We can argue that in different dramas and tellings, Medea actually helped Jason (she did kill her brother for him) but only in Euripides' version did she intentionally kill her children.
While we work our way into the witchy season, a little snippet background into the Greek pantheon is probably appropriate for those of you that might have forgotten the witchy roots of the classical tradition, which are referenced in Macbeth. (If you haven't seen the Deciphering the Cauldron series on Patreon, head over to that post to check it out while it's still public.)
Medea = Niece of Circe Circe = First Sorceress Hecate = Goddess of Magic (Titan/older than Olympian Gods) also adopted as Crone aspect of Triple Goddess
Medea = Priestess of Hecate, Macbeth witches are considered priestess of Hecate, (but Hecate was a later addition to the play, most likely from Thomas Middleton's The Witch, 'nuff about that.) BUT, like we talked about before, the Macbeth witches are also more likely to be a personification of the Fates, or Wyrd Sisters. Wyrd being a the Anglo-Saxon word that corresponds with fate/personal destiny.

Back to Creon, King of Corinth, and his fear of the witchy, bitchy, Medea-
He's letting her know why he's banishing her. She could do harm to his daughter if she wanted to. People say she's maaaad powerful, and, well, she is. A princess of Colchis, her grandfather is Helios, the sun god. Her aunt is Circe. She was trained in pharmaka, the herbal healing and sometimes dark magical arts.
To rewind- Medea is losing it because Jason of Argonaut fame, whom she had given up everything for including murdering a sibling, ditched her and their kids for a new, younger, Greek wife. (As aforementioned, Medea was foreign. Greeks could be pretty mean about that once they were back home.) Medea is now being banished, which is pretty damn near a death sentence for her and her kids.
It's a very moving and interesting take on the role of women in relationships. Not just in romantic relationships, but also from the aspect of the chorus to Medea. For being written in 431 BCE, I'd say the people crediting it with being one of the first feminist works. I'll just paste this little Medea monologue to the women of Corinth right here-

"Women of Corinth, I am come to show  My face, lest ye despise me. For I know  Some heads stand high and fail not, even at night  Alone—far less like this, in all men's sight:  And we, who study not our wayfarings  But feel and cry—Oh we are drifting things,  And evil! For what truth is in men's eyes,  Which search no heart, but in a flash despise  A strange face, shuddering back from one that ne'er  Hath wronged them? . . . Sure, far-comers anywhere,  I know, must bow them and be gentle. Nay,  A Greek himself men praise not, who alway  Should seek his own will recking not. . . . But I—  This thing undreamed of, sudden from on high,  Hath sapped my soul: I dazzle where I stand,  The cup of all life shattered in my hand,  Longing to die—O friends! He, even he,  Whom to know well was all the world to me,  The man I loved, hath proved most evil.—Oh,  Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow,  A herb most bruised is woman. We must pay  Our store of gold, hoarded for that one day,  To buy us some man's love; and lo, they bring  A master of our flesh! There comes the sting  Of the whole shame. And then the jeopardy,  For good or ill, what shall that master be;  Reject she cannot: and if he but stays  His suit, 'tis shame on all that woman's days.  So thrown amid new laws, new places, why,  'Tis magic she must have, or prophecy—  Home never taught her that—how best to guide  Toward peace this thing that sleepeth at her side.  And she who, labouring long, shall find some way  Whereby her lord may bear with her, nor fray  His yoke too fiercely, blessed is the breath  That woman draws! Else, let her pray for death.  Her lord, if he be wearied of the face  Withindoors, gets him forth; some merrier place  Will ease his heart: but she waits on, her whole  Vision enchainèd on a single soul.  And then, forsooth, 'tis they that face the call  Of war, while we sit sheltered, hid from all  Peril!—False mocking! Sooner would I stand  Three times to face their battles, shield in hand,  Than bear one child.-- "
Euripides, Medea
Daaaaamn. I hear ya, Medea. You right, girl. Totally justified in getting revenge. (That's basically what the chorus says back.)
That's when Creon stomps over to let her know she's outta here. Part of her reply regarding his daughter, Jason's new bride-

"But I wish her well, my lord!
I wish her all the happiness.
I hope that Jason may be as kind to her-=
As-- to me."
At this, King Creon loses it. He knows Jason treated her like garbage, but she talks him down, appealing to his sensibilities. She gets a day.
In that day, she gives the princess a killer gift. I really can't give more away. You need to read this play or at least stream a great production. Even better, go support a local production when it comes around. It's worth it.

The artwork shown will be available to my level 3 & up Patrons as a download within the next day or so. Patrons, look for the post notification in your inbox.
The original artwork will be going to a Patron in a random drawing in November!
Each $5 on a level gets one entry.
Level 2 = 1 entry
Level 3 = 2 entries
Level 4 = 4 entries etc.
Everyone else can purchase unsigned, open edition prints or apparel through the shop section of my website,
Enjoy this full Harvest Moon tonight. Anyone going to try to sing it down? It is an Aries moon. It might sound kind of metal.
Let me know how it works out if you do.
Love you all!
May you be kind ;)
D. Renée

Wave


In another installment of illustration & poetry collaboration between the brilliant Quirine Dongelmans and myself; Wave.



Wandering.
Dreaming shadows.
Never cease to exist.


Wave; watercolor, D. Renée Wilson.  


There is quite a lot I could say about the undercurrents of this piece, no pun intended. How thoughts, emotions, and action are seamlessly linked in the cycle of creation with stagnation being an illusion, but I've already written about it on the Patreon page, and I think Quirine's piece sums it up quite nicely. I don't discuss the meaning with her before she writes, either. Funny how that works, out. 

 What kind of waves are carrying you?

What waters lift you into action?

Can you change the swells of the tide?

Is your mind the turning of the globe or own the Fates your winds?

Whatever you need for your next piece of wandering, may you find fair winds and following seas.

~D. Renée




Mother Mary Jones

“Wherever she went,” Sinclair Lewis wrote of Mary Harris "Mother Jones", “the flame of protest leaped up in the hearts of men.” She said to "Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living."

Mary Jones is a sort of hero of mine. Not perfect, but she fought injustices with such a fire in her belly and for such a long time, that it's hard not to put her on a smidgen of a pedestal. 
(To read a tiny bit about it, swing by this Patreon blog.)
The original watercolor portrait of her is in now the collection of a special Patreon patron, after an exclusive Patreon giveaway.
Prints and merch of this wc portrait are available on Redbubble and Society6. (Which I think has free shipping today.)
They have been moving this week, for some reason. That makes my little agitator heart smile.

"Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts." -Mother Jones


Flocked on Flamingo Friday

 Flocked in wallpaper on Spoonflower
Flocked in wallpaper on Spoonflower

Heard of Spoonflower?

It's an online fabric company that uses eco-friendly inks and printing processes, artwork from indie designers, and passes on thousands of unique choices and environmental feel good to you.
It's a cool place for makers and designers, alike.
There are tons of fabric options, including organics, sport, and even denim and velvet. 22 fabrics, I think in total, and a few wallpaper and gift wraps.

There are themed design challenges to help keep juices flowing.
This week is  "Animals by Air".

I know, right? I had fun voting on that one. I think I faved every single design. So. Many. Birds!

The site also collaborates with Roostery (home goods) and Sprout (patterns and white-glove sewing service) for those of us that aren't exactly domestic goddesses but dig the unique fabrics.

With the move coming up, I'm pretty stoked about the wallpaper, which is something I never thought I'd be saying. They have an adhesive wallpaper, that I plan to use on bookshelves and other areas. I'd love to design bespoke patterns once I get in the space and see exactly what it needs, ya know?
(Custom fabric designs are also a reward I now offer my Patreon supporters, so head over there if you want something special for a project.)

If you're already a Spoonflower customer and you like Flocked, please give it a
 The voting ends soon.

And umm, if you're just a flamingo person and aren't into the whole fabric thing, I get it.

Flocked is also on Society6.  No sewing required. 

Have a fantastic Friday.
~Stay flamboyant~










Flamingo Flame

I've been dabbling in flamingos over 5 years.
Still at it.
New trio are waiting for their UV varnish to dry, so here's a lil' backstory for you...



On a sticky Florida day, the kind of day where the Sunshine State seems truly equatorial.
 I approached a lagoon full of pinkies wading. Their long grace admirable and alien,
synchronized and sharp. I sang something to them in a hushed tone about their beauty and comic confidence. In my head, I snapped my fingers in a zig zag and apologized for being off key. I must have let a loud chuckle escape.
Their honks and calls quieted, and they turned to me all at once.
The flamboyance jolted and jutted side to side, but it was unmistakable, 
they were walking to me.


A single bird stepped forward. "Excuse me."
 His voice was deep and rich. The sound poured over me like honey.
"What is your name?"
I stammered, making a few unsure, creaky noises that resembled, "Ruh. Ruh. Ruh."
Mesmerized by his eyes, I got out one last, "Rahhh..."
He looked into my soul and pulled out the moment this body first Knew something.
 "Shit." I whispered, hammered with humility.


"Mmmmhmmm. Little girl was right. Don't shut it again."
 I don't know if it was them or me that flew into the sun.

Agrimony meaning and folklore




Agrimonia eupatoria, or more commonly known as agrimony, church steeple, or cockleburs. 
In the language of flowers, sending them symbolizes gratitude. Their role in folk medicine for millennia might have something to do with this. (Disclaimer- not medical advice, though it's non-toxic, don't go eating to replace your meds, k?)
A powerful coagulant, it was given to heal wounds and stop internal bleeding, skin diseases, snake bites, sore throats, diarrhea, and the list goes on so I'll cut it short. There was a medieval remedy for internal hemorrhaging that involved agrimony, human blood (menstrual- whole n'other post on suppressed sacred feminine and what the holy grail probably was for realzzz), and pounded frogs, soooo-  level 4 Patrons might get a new frog print sans the smoosh. 
 I digress.
Having so many uses, it was also thought to be kind of magical, so giving it to someone that was thought to have fallen under a hex made total sense. It is said to ward off negativity, and lots of wildcrafters and homeopathy practitioners use it today. It's part of the infamous Bach flower remedy, and it's used as a yellow dye.
Oh, and another name for agrimony? Fairy's wand. Put it under someone's pillow and they won't wake until it is removed. If only, right? 
The flowers have a rich, spicy scent, and afterward their seed pods turn into those little spiky burrs that stick to errything, you know what I'm talking about? You know.
  Want to grow some? Native to Europe (eupatoria) but it grows pretty much everywhere. A perennial with sunny, yellow blooms, it can tolerate dry and alkaline soil.
Zones 6-9
Well drained, Full Sun, Tolerates part shade
If propagating by seed, germination can be tricky and take 1-3 weeks, transplant outside as soon as seedlings are visible. It can be invasive and take over, so keep an eye on it if you don't want too much of it. 
tip- I like to use the little biodegradable seedling starter/transplant pots. 
It keeps the roots in check for a while.
 Speaking of roots, there's so much more history and folklore on agrimony, but that's for you to google or hmu to chit chat in DMs. The next Patron only post  over on Patreon
has a zip file filled with agrimony watercolor design elements (png & jpg) and printable thank you card goodies. 

Whatever your ailment, gratitude is damn good medicine.

Thanks for stopping by,

D. Renée

Black Pearl

 I've said it before and I'll say it again,
do you Fringe?

You really should.

Orlando Fringe is a local organization that provides the opportunity for performing (and visual) artists to exhibit original and cutting edge work. Work that pushes boundaries yet brings us all together.

You also know about my love affair with the city of light.
Always on my mind, her deep historical roots paired with lust for revolution and the avant garde hold the eternal flame of my spirit.
Behold-

Josephine Baker needs no introduction.
If you're rusty on your history, read up and know that entertainers have long held important roles as rights activists and even resistance fighters. 
She refused to perform for segregated audiences in the U.S., 
Because when you shut up and do as you're told, you're merely a servant to the corrupt systems and powers that be. 
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I created another piece in my Clothed in Cosmic series specifically for this event and donated it to the fundraiser auction.
Black Pearl of Paris,
6"x9"
Watercolor and Silver leaf.
Original winner will receive a certificate of authenticity.
*Update- original sold, prints are available here.




*update original has been sold and prints are available on my print sites.
https://society6.com/product/black-pearl-of-paris_print?curator=dreneewilson
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