Most of you know I just got back from FaerieCon Sunday. It was a very busy and fun event for me, met a lot of my readers, taught a couple classes, on a panel, yada, yada. One of my passions in life has always been art. Of course I create art, but I am head over heels for the art of many other people, both seasoned pros and bright new artists. This year’s FaerieCon was special to me because I got to meet one of my artistic heroes, Jamie Brick.
His magnificent figures look like they just stepped across the Veil from faerie, and being in the actual presence of them amplified that feeling. Though stationary, they seem to move, as I looked into their eyes, I also felt the gaze returned. His work showed such range from the flowing mystery of the life sized pieces to whimsical little gnome critters with candle holders at their heads. I heard an interview with him a short while ago where he described his work as being the love child of Dr. Seuss and Tolkein. What a perfect description.
The work blends the natural sculpture of nature in the twining, twisting pieces of wood, with the figurative. It speaks to me of a reconnect with the land and with Spirit.
But really I felt a sort of recognition at seeing a photo of the piece below. A long while ago, I had dream. I walked in a twilight wood, I felt like I had no history, or at least I was so completely at one with the woods that I did not have much of a sense of self. I came to a clearing where leaves fell constantly even though it seemed to be spring. And yet, the trees never seemed to diminish in the amount of leaves on them. The ground just ahead of me began to ripple and move and a figure melted upward slowly. He was earth and decay, as he rose from the ground, it was as if the earth were assembling him bit by bit every moment out of single grains of sand, leaves, twigs. He creaked as he grew. Branches sprouted from his head and kept growing, mosses sprang from his beard and kept growing, and all the while mushrooms bloomed and died along his body. He never really stopped growing. He had come for my head, but I did not mind. It was time, and his very being was gentleness.
Please spend some time browsing his gallery: Jamie Brick Studio
It was one of the most vivid dreams I have had, and years later I saw that face again in the Lilac King by Jamie Brick.
By Jamie Brick