Faerieworlds 2005

i skulk about in early morning sun in the vineyard. soft rays of post-dawn take the edge off the morning oregon chill. my elbow rests into spider webs, my ankles on marigolds. this weekend has been epic. familiar faces and wings of every glittering spectrum. toby froud gave me my yearly piggyback ride at dusk that last day, threatening to throw me into the mud faerie creation at the far end of the festival.

hugging kelly and emilio from woodland, hearing them sing as winged creatures brought about the night which led to fire spinning. i flattened myself on the land, my camera like a low-lying mushroom, clicking about in experimental frenzy. sharing a campsite with my beloved chantal and redcap and chantal’s friend cyndi. meeting new friends as angels with gifts of transportation and friendship. kristen, with a talent of making ponyfalls and her friends who caravanned us back to portland from the winery… brunch at ‘cup & saucer’ where everyone overloaded on caffeine, endless giggling. tofu & veggies, new faces and an exhaustion hitting us from all sides. i ordered a faery crown from a woman at the festival, all white-wired and beaded and toby gave me some free prints from his dad and a froud shirt. puck and i drank no less than 4 bottles of the delicious local wine, willamette pinot noir, secret house winery. we sat at the threshold to gardens and stared at flowers. we stumbled upon a trampoline seemingly by accident and proceeded to rampage it, coming back later to see it lying dead in the dark. dave from san fran put on a puppet performance on the village stage. his puppets are magickal and intricate, his plays witty and cynical, his eyes nervous and sweet. masked in black fabric to separate player from character, he exudes playtime and purpose. chantal, my canadian lavendar faery and her co-worker cyndi were comfortable sprites, pure smiling loves taking refuge in shade during the day and dancing sweetly by stagelights at night. elemental and soft, silly and fun… on mornings we sat around our picnic table and ate organic food talking rudely about body issues. redcap brushed out his long hair and added his perceptive chuckle and smiling energy to our gathering. curious to see what stories emerge from the weekend by him…

enjoying the vibe here in oregon… the summer weather agreeable, the breeze soft on my bare skin… a bit sad to leave actually… but i’ll be back to portland in a few weeks on tour with mutaytor… looking forward to looking forward… thankful for friendship, for travel, for art and music, for inspiration… protective now of my camera, now painfully pregnant with 2000 images…i carry it with me like a fragile egg, room to room, turn it on to make sure the treasures are still breathing…