Just playing around with the layouts of the invites for my upcoming show on the 11th April, and I realized how beautifully this illustration mirrors.
‘but the Light came so quick and so white and shining, that they stept back mazed with it, and the very next minute, when they could see again, there was the full Moon in the sky, bright and beautiful and kind as ever, shining and smiling down at them, and making the bogs and the paths as clear as day, ‘
‘The Moon up yonder shone and shone, just as she does now, and when she shone she lighted up the bog-pools, so that one could walk about almost as safe as in the day.
But when she didn’t shine, out came the Things that dwelt in the darkness and went about seeking to do evil and harm; Bogies and Crawling Horrors, all came out when the Moon didn’t shine.
Well, the Moon heard of this, and being kind and good — as she surely is, shining for us in the night instead of taking her natural rest — she was main troubled. ‘I’ll see for myself, I will,’ said she, ‘maybe it’s not so bad as folks make out.” English traditional.
More character development for the Buried Moon, quite pleased with the way her makeup/tattoos? are turning out.