Dynamic Dreamer ~ Art Weaver

The Ghostly, Mythic, Tarot & Fairy Tale musings of Lisa Hunt

The end of a creative cycle and seasons anew: The days after finishing The Fairy Tale Tarot

| June 1, 2009

The past month has been full of changes. It marked the end of a prolonged drought here in the tropics, it introduced the reality (ala Kindergarten orientation day) that my daughter is no longer a baby but a little girl whose about to spread her academic wings, it was about watching my almost 9 year old son earn his brown belt in TKD after many years of intense training, it’s about having just reacquainted myself with a childhood friend I haven’t spoken to in 33 years…

Creating the Fairy Tale Tarot: From Idea to Publication (pt 2)

| April 3, 2009

I’ve been using the same basic illustrative methodology since my late teens. That is not to say that I haven’t deviated from my technical repertoire, but the basic formula from initial sketch to finished painting has pretty much remained the same. First comes the sketch…

The Little Mermaid: The Silent Observer

| March 26, 2009

Last week, I lost my voice—not my artistic one, but the one that emanates from my throat. I caught a cold virus (hoping my old enemy Mr. Bronchitis does not return) that rendered me temporarily speechless…

Prince of Cups (Traditional: Page of Cups): Animal messengers, frog kisses and recognizing sacred time.

| January 25, 2009

Animal bride stories are plentiful in fairy tale collections and appear several times in my own Fairy Tale Tarot. I don’t know exactly why, but I’m drawn to the idea of animals testing humans to see if their hearts are truly in the right place.

Life as a Fairy Tale: seeing past illusions, overcoming our fears and making our dreams come true!

| December 20, 2008

Most readers of fairy tales will agree: without a quest or challenge, there wouldn’t be much of a story. If we just rolled from one passive day to the next without any input from the dark side, we would quickly languish into states of irrevocable apathy. But do not fear, there is no such thing as sustained bliss; the road of life is filled with potholes and puddles, ready to shake us out of contentment without notice.