Dragonfly faerie isn’t a name that doesn’t leave much guess work as to what I was thinking about. Dragonflies are everywhere in the summertime, and this piece is inspired by a memory that I cherish. A single moment where I made the wrong turn at a park and found myself by the river. Rushing clear water bubbled in an arch around a small pebble beach. Reeds and flowers filled the shallows and dragonflies zipped through the air in colorful flashes. I had to climb down an old knotted rope to reach the shifting stones and when I did I found a giant green dragonfly. It walked right into my open hand and shifted its wings forward as if to bow. I think of it anytime I need to remember that the smallest of creatures can change any scene into one full of wonder. How simple a dragonflies wing may be and yet how complex and beautiful its webbed veins are. From there I began to see that there was wonder everywhere and magic flies on simple but strange wings. I made this painting using my favored medium acrylic ink and I liked how it came together, odd as it may be.