Two New Fairy Paintings

June 3rd, 2010

Nancy Lee Moran 2010 oil painting, titled Mia, fairy art, fairy wings, magnolia tree, faeries, flower fairy, nature

Nancy Lee Moran 2010, detail of oil painting, titled Mia, fairy art, magnolia tree, garden fairy, faeries, flower fairy, nature

Mia, 8 X 10 inch original oil painting

Notes from my fairy journal of May 2010

      Each spring, a fairy arrives with the blooming of the magnolia tree, which is her patron tree. She is entrusted with protecting the songbirds of our country neighborhood. She enjoys the warmth of the morning sun upon her face, while the fragrance of the flowers soothes her spirit. Should ever she spy a cat or hawk, she rides upon her companion bird to create lively flying tricks that draw the interest of predators away from songbirds. She also protects eggs and nestlings from squirrels.
      She senses changes in the air that precede thunderstorms. Then she reminds the robins to strengthen their nests and gathers spider webs to help secure the eggs. Her joy is seeing baby birds become fledglings and learn to fly.
      The combined images just BELOW here show how the painting progressed, from simplicity to its finish on 8/8/10. I designed Mia’s clothing on a 14-inch doll, using real magnolia petals.

Nancy Lee Moran 2010 oil painting, underpainting, underpaintings, titled Mia, fairy art, fairy wings, magnolia tree, faeries, flower fairy, nature


fairyland ~ faerie ~ faery ~ elf ~ imp ~ pixie ~ sprite ~ woodland fairy ~ flower fairy ~ garden fairy ~ magnolia tree ~ magnolia blossoms

Nancy Lee Moran 2010 oil painting, titled Solace, fairy art, Pisgah National Forest, fairy wings, woodland rain, faeries, mossy log, ferns, ivy, grape hyacinths

Solace, 8 X 10 inch original oil painting

    In early June, with rain falling all around, she had only a leaf for cover, a leaf as her solace. She lived in the elfin woodland of Pisgah National Forest (North Carolina, USA), near Brevard, in the land of waterfalls and Appalachian Mountains. From under my umbrella in 2003, I watched her quietly, soft padding of raindrops as the only sounds.
    During summer 2009 and May 2010, I spent hours painting my memories of her home: a mossy stump, ferns, ivy, and grape hyacinths. Loving natural history as I do, I like to ponder how the human eye perceives both the variations in and the patterns of nature. Being somewhat orderly, I must resist my tendency to make things even and lined-up. Liking detail, I must keep myself from getting lost in it. Nature is more complex than what a human being can paint. An artist must simplify, since a lawn may have a million blades of grass; a tree, a million leaves; a head, a million hairs (unless it is a balding one!).
    The combined images just BELOW here show how the painting progressed, from simplicity. Here is also a link to my webpage for Solace.

Nancy Lee Moran 2010 oil painting, titled Solace, fairy art, fairy wings, woodland rain, faeries, mossy log, ferns, ivy, grape hyacinths

    I have two favorite books to study. Nature’s Chaos by Gleick (science writer) and Porter (photographer) is a small gem, an accessible guide to finding fractals (irregular patterns) within nature.
    I also like to reread The Secret Life of Dust: From the Cosmos to the Kitchen Counter, the Big Consequences of Little Things by science writer Hannah Holmes.

    When a teen, I visited a showing of a movie gem, Powers of Ten, created in 1968 by husband and wife, Charles and Ray. I must say, I was stunned. The brief film seemed to show a camera going by leaps (of a math-factor of tenth power), from a sleeping person up into the sky and out into space beyond our galaxy. Next, from the sleeping man’s hand, the camera seemed to go inward into cells, DNA, and atoms. I hope you will see this classic (released as a book and a DVD), which remains delightful. Its combination of science and artful filming opened my mind to wonder and awe.

Fairies reside within imagination, in the magical part of nature. They reside in our human way of imagining changes of size, from the elfs to giants that populate mythology.

“Come away, O human child:
To the waters and the wild
with a fairy, hand in hand…”
~ William Butler Yeats

fairyland ~ faerie ~ faery ~ elf ~ imp ~ pixie ~ sprite

NOTE about Pigsah Forest USA
The following information is from Wikipedia:

American forestry has roots in what is now the Pisgah National Forest. The Cradle of Forestry, (Biltmore Forest School), was the site of the first school of forestry in the United States. It operated during the late 1800s and early 1900s at the direction of George Washington Vanderbilt II, builder of the Biltmore Estate in Asheville. The Cradle of Forestry and the Biltmore Estate played a major role in the birth of the U.S. Forest Service.
~ LINK: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pisgah_National_Forest

The photo below is of my husband and son near the fairy woodland in 2003.

Pisgah National Forest, waterfall near Brevard NC USA

       © Text and photos by Nancy Lee Moran USA

Beguiling Bulbs

May 19th, 2010

Nancy Lee Moran flower design, watercolour watercolor detail, art SW2 Spring Wreathe 2002, peach iris, tricolor beech leaves, columbine

The watercolour art above is a detail from my “Spring Wreath” 2002, which shows peach iris with columbine and leaves of the tricolor beech.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.
~ Lady Bird Johnson, wife of American president, from Public Roads: Where Flowers Bloom

When Iris Briefly Bloom

    In the passage of a year, I almost forget the fragrance of the iris that bloom each May in my garden. What a joy to rediscover it! On mornings like this one, the first sunny one after several days of rain, the sun warms the dew drops on the iris. The warmth, especially as absorbed by the dark violet iris, seems to waft off, to enhance the scent and let it linger. The subtle aroma seems to speak of mild summer days. It suggests that I close my eyes and brush my cheek on the velvety petals.
    The neighbor’s children have picked many of my violas and grape hyacynths. Sitting to write about iris has reminded me: I shall cut some iris for their busy mother. I know, however, that when iris are cut and placed in a vase, the elusive fragrance diminishes. Iris seem to prefer the garden! In a week or two, I shall thin out the rhizomes, removing older woody ones. I have plans and sketches for several new paintings of iris, too.
A historical note: The American Iris Society was founded in 1920 to foster appreciation of the flower and to encourage creation of new breeds.

Nancy Lee Moran oil painting, Fragrant Grace 2007, 10 x 6 oil life study of two white iris blooms, dark background

Fragrant Grace, a 2007 (10 x 6 inches) oil painting by Nancy Lee Moran, is shown above.

Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on.
~ Heinrich Heine, from Book of Songs

       © Text and photos by Nancy Lee Moran USA

my Poldark house

April 30th, 2010



PoldarkHouse#02, window stone dollhouse, ghostly lady, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

My Poldark House by Jen Anne of Penwith

    One of the most enjoyable aspects of acquiring and owning dolls for me and I am sure for lots of other people too, is the opportunity to name them and invent a story for them. One’s imagination soon occupies a private alternative world of one’s own creation, and it is only one further step to write some of this down and take photographs to illustrate these little lives.

    Originally I supposed I had put aside playing with dolls, except when amusing my children, but when my daughter had her first dollshouse I was captivated by the world that can gradually be put together within a series of small walls. Of course I had to have one for myself and one turned into several. I went to dollshouse fairs and saw the wonderful creations that are made for adult collectors and I was hooked. One of my most thrilling projects was a house based on a series of books. Living in Cornwall as I do, I loved the Poldark books about a family living down here in the far west of England in the latter half of the eighteenth century. Winston Graham wrote twelve books in all about the Poldarks, which were serialised on BBC TV very successfully, largely filmed on location down here.

    I could identify the house that was used in the first series to represent Nampara farmhouse, which I wanted to recreate. I took photographs and made many plans, trying to be true to the layout in the books. It was frustrating because although I could figure out how the house was arranged it did not shape up to be very satisfactory in dollshouse terms. I had an idea who I wanted to build the house for me (no, I am afraid I am not sufficiently confident of my own skills!) and I had seen his beautiful representation of the Bronte parsonage, which had a very satisfying layout, opening front and back, and allowing the opportunity for a smartish front and a back suggesting an entrance from a working farmyard. So I decided to base the house on this, but have it finished in old stone that would suggest the local stone down here, Cornish granite.

    The house was built and transported from Yorkshire to Penzance. My builder, George Parker of Hebden Bridge, had added wiring and a number of lights suitable for a house of the period that I had chosen, with scope for more. Of course the construction of the house had taken time with much conferring, and by then I had collected quite a few pieces for it. What a thrill to install them! As soon as it was dark I switched on the lights and peered in, and that is when it came to life in an uncanny way. I had flickering candles and lamps and fires that lit only limited areas of rooms and the amazing atmosphere of life lived in those times was vividly suggested at a stroke.



PoldarkHouse#01 of grey stone dollhouse, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

PoldarkHouse#02, detail of grey stone dollhouse, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

    I know some people think that dolls detract from the reality of a miniature house because they may not live up to the quality of the miniatures, but I was determined to have dolls. I was very fortunate to spot some pictures of dolls created by Jamie Carrington and decided to approach him to make my principal characters. He made me two brilliant servants who are funny and totally unwholesome people in the books and they could never be bettered. I also had him make me the hero and heroine, Ross Poldark the impoverished mine owner, and Demelza the girl he rescues from tormentors at a fair, and installs as a servant.



PoldarkHouse#04, dollshouse interior, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England



PoldarkHouse#05, dollshouse interior, dollhouse, 2010 photo copyrighted by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England



PoldarkHouse#06, dollshouse interior, dollhouse stairs, miniature, 2010 photo copyrighted by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

    With such “straight” characters who have captured the imagination over the reading of a number of books which follow them through some years of their lives it is much harder to be satisfied that one has the perfect representative. I felt both the dolls I received looked too old to play out the first book as I had wanted to do. But they were not to be wasted because they were fine dolls, so one was cast as Ross’s cousin Verity and the other was left as Ross until I could better him, and in fact several dolls undertook the role, made out of kits and dressed by me, as good male dolls are hard to find in the market place.

    I collected furniture and fittings over a considerable length of time, and also invited several other dollmakers to create eighteenth century characters who could come into the house at appropriate moments. I was thrilled with the Elizabeth Poldark that was made for me by Jan Clarke, I regard her as the most beautiful of my main characters, and the same artist made me another wonderful Demelza representing her when she wore decent (indeed, in this case, very fine) apparel.

    I had by then a significant collection of dolls for the house including some children so it was obvious that time had moved on…. but gradually I began to think of changing the plot of the books, rewriting them in my mind to suit the character of the dolls I had. And I suppose that was when I realised that it is dolls, and the way they dictate their own stories, that really fascinate me!

    I hope to introduce the dolls to you. The Poldark books by Winston Graham have just been reprinted in England. They are a very good read and I should not like to tell you too much about the storylines.

    Meanwhile, should anyone reading this feel inspired to write about their dollshouse or any alternative worlds involving dolls, we would be very interested to hear from him or her.

Here are some fun web links:
Here is a link to my own picture-stories of dolls in Cornwall.

In May 2010 is the Kensington Dollshouse Festival in London:
    Kensington Dollshouse Festival (pretty photos)
Link to the website of doll artist James Carrington, who created some of my dolls.
    James Carrington

       © Text and photos by Jen Anne of Penwith

Fun Website Links

April 29th, 2010

Nancy Lee Moran flower design, watercolour watercolor detail, art SW2 Spring Wreathe 2002, rose, daffodil, balloon flower

My April blog is a pretty webpage of fun art, doll fashions, and even a poem. I hope you enjoy it.

See April 2010 Fun Newsletter Art Blog

2009 to 2010 Blog Web Pages

See April 2010 News & Art

See April 2009 News & Art

See August 2009 News & Art

2007 to 2008 Web Pages for News ARCHIVES

See 2007-2008 News & Art Blog

       © Text and photos by Nancy Lee Moran USA

August 2009: Colors of Late Summer

April 12th, 2010


by Nancy Lee Moran

What does the end of summer mean to you?

A Hawk Tale

A wonder happened as I was strolling in our small town with my husband. Near sunset as we passed by our church, Bill tugged my arm. I followed his gaze to see a hawk perching on the railing of the steps leading up to the church door. The size of a rooster, it stood erect, pivoting its regal head almost in circles. Appearing calm and poised, it ignored us as we stood still for about ten minutes. We had never been within fifty feet of a bird of prey, much less as close as ten feet, near enough to see its feather textures. I felt awe.

My favorite time of this summer:

Some mornings, as the sun was beginning to dry dew from the grass, I scattered bird seed on our patio and sat under a shade tree fifteen feet away. Soon about twenty birds would settle in to eat. Two pair of morning doves, whenever alarmed, would lift off with much clamoring coo-coo-co-coo, whistling, and wing-clapping ~ scattering the other birds, too. Many sparrows and wrens flitted about. Usually four blue jays and a pair of cardinals joined in. And one young rabbit often rested in his favorite spot under a lily plant.

Here are links to the web pages about two paintings that mean Summer Days to me. I included the images here, also.

Red Petals (geraniums)

Red Petals title, oil painting of geraniums by Nancy Lee Moran, 14 x 10 inches, painted in 2007 from her own 2007 reference photo taken in Auburn, Nebraska, colors of red, rose, magenta, violet, gray, brown and green

“Red Petals”
14 x 10 oil painting $680.00
at Lewis Art Gallery, phone 1-800-306-7733
Limited-Edition Print Available, too
Click image to see web page of this art.

To Purchase Nancy’s Prints

Art for Conservation Logo 2009
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Abundance (wheelbarrow)

2008 24x18 inches oil painting, titled Abundance, by Nancy Lee Moran from her own reference photo.  Inspiration: I (Nancy Lee) would love to sit on a lawn blanket here, just rest in the shade beside the jovial flowers.  Mary, who lives in my town, piled impatiens in her wheelbarrow and inside of nets on a tree trunk.  I added the rabbit that lives in my own yard, some stones and grasses, and a pawpaw tree.  Droopy pawpaw leaves make an enchanted-forest quality.  Many such trees grow at Indian Cave State Park south of our town, becoming aspen-gold in autumn.  Abundance art has colors of brown, red, yellow, green, violet, blue and gray.

“Abundance”
24 x 18 oil painting $1840.00
at Lewis Art Gallery, phone 1-800-306-7733
Limited-Edition Print Available, too
Click image to see web page of this art.

A Hawk Tale, Continued

April 2010

     A hawk, probably the same one, has been hunting in my yard this spring. Though usually a country bird, it may visit large back yards. I live a couple blocks from the edge of town, near some pasture land and rolling hills. My husband and I planted a row of upright arbor vitae evergreens many years ago, about eighty of them. (See lower on this page for arbor vitaes.) Once eight inches tall and spindly, they have grown to a height of twenty feet, have become a shelter belt and nesting site for many birds.
Going into the back yard one afternoon, I startled the hawk, which sat beneath the evergreens eating a mourning dove. While graceful in flight, it seemed clumsy as it ambled out from under the branches and expanded its broad wings, lifting off with heavy wingbeats. Another day I found simply a pile of gray feathers. I realized it was a quick death (unlike death by prowling neighborhood cats) and that predators get hungry, too ~ but darn it! I felt like a co-conspirator, inviting birds to our patio with seed and suet, luring them into harm’s way. Our visitor is a red-tailed hawk, similar in size to a large rooster or small goose, it has a call like a piercing screeee. These hawks usually hunt mammals like rabbits and squirrels, rarely cats or dogs. Yet I am wondering, what about Abby, my papillon dog who is smaller than most cats!
     A red-tailed hawk named Pale Male was one of the most famous residents of New York City, living on ornamental stonework high above affluent Manhattan.
Here is a link to his own Wikipedia page: Wikipedia page

     The mourning doves come in pairs to gather seed on the patio. The pairs sit on the telephone wires each morning, as if awaiting the opening of the Birdseed Breakfast Patio Cafe. The color of olive-beige with some darker spots, they have plump bodies that taper into long slender tails. They and the sparrows seem to be the least wary of being near people. Since childhood, I have loved the soothing coos they emit, long sounds like laments, hence the name mourning. If you would like to hear the distinctive call, here is a link to the page on the Cornwell Lab of Ornithology (branch of zoology about birds, www.allaboutbirds.org), where you can press a button to hear its haunting call. I imagine you will recognize the sound of this very common bird.

Listen to mourning doves.

See pictures and and hear piercing cry of hawks.

Link to my favorite bird song of early spring, that of the Northern Cardinal. A pair nests in our yard and stays during winter, too.

The Beauty of Arbor Vitae conifers

I see the trees as graceful and lacy ornamentals, especially when winds of the Great Plains skim through them. My husband and I have pruned the old wood from ours to keep the trees more airy. Deer like to eat the foliage of this tree. Since arbor vitae prefer moist, rich soil, we put leaf and bark compost underneath ours, where we plant ferns, impatiens, hosta, and periwinkle (Vinca minor) there in the shade.

Photo#3 of Ekatrina by hosta plant in Nebraska, Kish Seasons vinyl doll, doll repainted (painted) by portrait artist Nancy Lee Moran in 2009 as a commission, Boneka smocked dress, new wig in French braid strawberry blond, freckles, green eyes
Here is one of my repainted dolls, Ekatrina, sitting beneath the arbor vitae trees in 2009, holding a sprig of dogwood. She has painted eyes, a new wig, and a Boneka smocked dress.

Visit Ekatrina’s web page.

Here is a photo I took last autumn, from plants gathered in my yard. The main foliage behind the golden sea oats is arbor vitae. Outdoors, the sea oats bobbled in the breeze, as if nodding. As frosts arrived, the sea oats passed from green to bronze-glitter and colors of smokey leather. The arbor vitae, being a conifer, remained green during winter.

Photo#Feis04 copyrighted by artist Nancy Lee Moran in 2009, sea oats, sedum flowers, arbor vitae, blue spruce

Visit Nancy’s webpage that has this image.

       © Text and photos by Nancy Lee Moran USA

Penwith, Where Stories Begin

April 12th, 2010

By Jen Anne of Penwith

I will not say much about myself for now, but would like to tell you about Penwith where I live.

Penwith is a district in Cornwall, England. It is in fact as far west as you can go in England, and as much as Cornwall is nearly an island, almost cut off from England by the River Tamar, so Penwith is virtually divided from the rest of Cornwall by the Hayle river. It is doubly remote and distinctively different by virtue of its geology and much else besides. Its name is taken from two Cornish words, Pen, meaning “headland”, and “wydh” meaning at the end.

Two of Nancy’s beautifully repainted Kish dolls were adopted and came to live here in Penwith in summer 2009, and they were to be joined by two more. The stories of these Seasons girls with little sister Kish Chrysalis Chloe, are to be found unfolding on Nancy’s website where she has made them welcome and taken much trouble to realise them there. What began as a little riff on dolls in a pretty landscape quickly developed into something more for me.

Photographs were taken, and sometimes these pictures uncovered something of the mystery and strangeness of this place never far from view if you know where to look. The dolls have benefited from a magical artistry in Nancy’s studio, and have such sensitive, alert faces. They have seemed to respond to everything, so that they sometimes seem to have acted as a mirror to the wonders around them . . . and I have been surprised more than once by what the pictures have revealed to me when I got them home to my computer. To tell the truth I felt really worried for my girls when they visited a local well and chapel, ancient places not quite as people might lightly imagine. It felt as if they had stumbled on something perilous, that they had crossed a threshold into some sphere of strange power and awakened the interest of some predatory elemental spirit. Yes, fanciful, maybe, but I could not help thinking they had almost stumbled on the witch’s gingerbread house like Hansel and Grettel.

And this theme insinuated itself in various ways thereafter as I hope to show in future episodes. Please come with us.
Here is a link to the picture stories.

PenwithBlog#01 of path between trees near Madron Well, Penwith Cornwall UK England

Penwith, like the rest of Cornwall, is a place of myth and legend where, every now and then, the fabulous and fantastic come into view, are realised in old rituals and carnivals, even in the amazing Christmas lights of Mousehole and Newlyn. Nature is prodigious in this wet and mild climate. Spring is a miracle, a feast for the eyes. It is not surprising that the old sacred places are even now a focus for worship of the elemental forces that still seem to be in charge. Nor will they ever be tamed. The ferocity of winter storms, the wild immensity of a stretch of water that deposits wrack from as far away as South America on our shores, these infuse us here with a sense of awe and deep respect for the power and reach of the elements on our lives.

PenwithBlog#02 of Saint Levan ocean waves, Penwith Cornwall UK England

PenwithBlog#03 of Saint Levan ocean waves and rocky cliff, people in surf at shore, Penwith Cornwall UK England

PenwithBlog#02 of Saint Levan, cave entrance, Penwith Cornwall UK England

Here is an entrance to a wonderful ancient place.

PenwithBlog#05 of path to ancient chapel, Penwith Cornwall UK England

And here a way to another. I hope to explore all this in the stories of my Seasons girls.

The Maypole 2010

Maypole#01 of house, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

I took the girls to see the Maypole being erected on the grounds of a large country house just outside Penzance.

Maypole#02 of six Kish dolls, Maypole in Cornwall, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

Maypole#0e of six Kish dolls, springtime, photo by Jen Anne of Penwith, Cornwall UK England

       © Text and photos by Jen Anne of Penwith