Child of pure unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder,

Though time be fleet, and I and thou are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail the love gift of a fairytale.

I have not  seen thy sunny face, nor heard thy silver laughter,

No thought of me shall  find a place,  In thy young life’s hereafter –

Enough that now thou will not fail, to listen to my fairy-tale.

And though the shadow of a sigh, may tremble through a story,

A happy summer days’ gone by, and vanished summer glory,

It may not touch with breath of bale, the pleasance of our fairytale.

Beautiful words by C.S Lewis from Alice in Wonderland written over my favourite portrait of my muse, my daughter Annushka. I think it was meant to be that I started doing portraits by initially drawing/ painting so many of my daughter in her younger years. That super sweet slight smile on her gorgeous pout as she is clearly deep in the land of nod and oblivious to everything sinister. Oh, to live  just one more moment like that once again would be exhilarating. To feel untainted in youth’s wide eyed wonder and innocence and bathe in the milk of naivety —- sadly never again as adulthood comes all too quickly. Stay young my children, for as long as you can, for the Universe slaps you with responsibility all too quickly.