I am a story teller as well as a painter. Each of my pieces tell a story and some more than others such as my fantasy portraits. Each character has a story to go along with them which explains who they are and how they came to be. if one of these pieces sell then I continue their story in the next piece.
High up in the mountains resides a small village of women that take care of the rarest and most remote rose garden in the world. There are only seven known photographs of this garden and the women who watch over it. These photos, initially thought to be fake due to their fantastical nature, are breathtaking. Only females are chosen to live in the village; and only at a young age.
One year, two women visited an orphanage in a big city, searching for potential candidates for adoption. Rosalina, a ten year old who was orphaned shortly after birth and had yet to find a home, was just what the two women were looking for. At the time, Rosalina was just happy to have found a home. She had no idea what lay ahead.
Rosalina, having traveled a great distance, awoke in what can only be described as Utopia. Its vastness only bested by its beauty, the wide-eyed orphan could hardly contain her emotions. Unfortunately for Rosalina, once someone is shown the garden, they are immediately met with a choice. She would be given the option of staying and becoming one of the village caretakers or returning home. She was free to make her choice, but if she chose to leave she would be given an elixir made from a rose that would cause her to forget everything she has seen. Without hesitation, she chose to stay.
The garden has so many unique types of roses with different properties and powers, each caretaker must be responsible for knowing and understanding all of them. Because the garden’s root system is intertwined, acting as one great defense mechanism, it is imperative that no one is ever pricked by a thorn on a roses stem. If blood is drawn, unavoidable death occurs after just 24 hours. There have only been 3 deaths in the history of the garden. To honor the lost caretakers they were buried among the roses.
Rosalina grew to be one of the most respected and regarded caretakers of the garden, they say it was like the roses responded to her in a way they've never seen before. She caresses them gently, whispering to them and they seem to respond to her, gravitating toward her when she is near; a spiritual bond of sorts. Under her care, a new rose blossomed that had the most extravagant and alluring features; a true masterpiece.This hadn’t occurred in well over a century and, since it happened on her watch, she was charged with learning its properties and understanding its powers.
Rosalina was eager to catalog the newest member of her garden, and so she grabbed her book and pen and carefully approached the rose. Mesmerized by its beauty, she became entranced, slowly writing out a single word before suddenly losing her balance and dropping her pen. Her gaze completely fixed on the rose, she reaches her hand down and grabs her pen. As she brings the pen to the paper to continue writing, a single drop of blood falls next to the only word she was able to write, “Aware”.
Rosalina had cut herself on a thorn, passing out immediately. In this case, she passed away within just 3 hours. As custom dictates, she was buried within the garden next to the new rose that bloomed under her care. Three days later in the dead of night, a full moon hanging brightly over the garden, Rosalina arose from her grave, vibrant streams of flowing hair sprouting several colorful roses. She was alive and so much more. Bewildered, but calm, she turned to her roses and heard them speak. The garden was silent, but she heard them so clearly in her mind as they turned to her and collectively whispered, “Welcome home.”
The day Solari was born it was like a new light entered his life he never knew before, from that day on he called her his sunflower. Solari’s father always filled her heart with wonder and amazement and showed her what the world has shown him during his travels. There had always been one place he never got to travel to in order to bear witness to an amazing site, the Northern Lights. Every night solari as a kid would ask her father to tell her his plan to take her to Alaska to see the beautiful lights in person. For years they planned their trip and it was decided that on her 18th birthday they would travel to Alaska to finally see the Northern Lights together.
June 21st, Solari’s 18th birthday had arrived, bags were packed, tickets were ready and her dad was on his way home from work with the perfect present for her. He found the most beautiful sunflower in full bloom to give to her but destiny had something else in store. Solari was waiting on the porch but instead of her dad pulling up the police did instead and they walked up to Solari and her mom with the sunflower in hand with the birthday card that said “To the light of my life” and delivered the unfortunate news. Solari couldn't bear the thought of a world without her father and the only thing left to remember him was the present he bought her to kick off their trip they had been planning forever.
Solari, clutching the sunflower, cried for days on end and wouldn't leave her room and then she decided that she would continue on with the trip in honor of her father, she would bring the sunflower with her. Solari grabbed all her gear, headed to the airport and straight to Alaska. Everything was planned out perfectly even the exact spot on the map to stand to have the best view of the Northern lights so that's where she found herself the following day. It was breathtaking and more wonderful than she ever could have imagined. She stared up at the sky with tears running half way down her face before turning to ice.
Off the coast of Alaska while Solari was in full view of the Northern Lights an earthquake occured. Solari did not feel it with how far inland she was but it did make the ice crack beneath her feet and before she realized it she fell through the ice and into the freezing waters. Upon impact the Northern Lights flared up and a burst of light pulsed through the night sky, the sunflower fell out of her pack at the same time and she grabbed it while she sank, the last thing she was clutching was the flower before she froze to death.
Startled awake Solari finds herself floating on an iceberg staring at the night sky; her skin, a piercing shade of blue and her eyes were ablaze with the colors of the sun. She is surrounded by ice as far as she can see and yet, she feels an intense warmth radiating from within her. She takes in her surroundings, feeling her hair flow in the brisk air she senses something is different. She turns to see magnificent and vibrant sunflowers sprouting from the ends of her hair. Her hand now bears the mark of the sunflower she held so close in her last moments. Solari has become the light in the darkness, the warmth in the cold.