Some artists need silence and the lull between lines in order to create, the pause between breaths. Daena needs the pause that's in the ether, that in faery terms would be called the periphery vision or the silence between dreams. Twilight time. By opening her inner house to the faery she coaxes all kinds of creatures from between the realms. Through her water colours to her masks she brings out some invisible tangent in the universe and makes it maifest. We glimpse things that without her we would never knew existed, she gives them a new creation with the moulding and the flashes of paint and neoprene (whatever that is), plaster and fabric. Because of the open house - or open inner mind - policy she has to the fae we get snatches of fantasy, which is a very rich gift to have indeed, I believe.

 

And belief is key.

 

Chameleon haired Daena fashions into reality all of this art in Louisiana where she was born and raised. Whilst the pot is brewing on the stove and the curtain twitches with the fae - or is that just her cats that let her dwell with them - she might potter about in the garden and nurture the flowers or play a game. Or muse over history and science. Or pull apart the latest theories for Lost. And if the wait is lingering into the dusk, she might pass the time watching old sci-fi. She is also partial to the laughing out loud at engrish. Well, we all need our escapism.

 

Daena is 32, but some of the mythological and fantastical and elfame-dwelling magic has rubbed itself off on her and she often twitches with some spritely energy. Perhaps the faery have made themselves at home in her and we see that through her art. She is the one who calls them up.