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| Title: | The Dream Keeper |
| Date Created: | November 20, 2021 |
| Genre: | Fantasy |
| Mediums: | Photoshop |
| Views: | 1083 |
| Posted: | 12/4/2021 |
Ellie/Elaine FAYBEL (Nesbitt)
Member Since November 2021
Projects: FAYBEL' s (Elaine Nesbitt) work is in show at Mahtay Café & Lounge, in St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada, this December. Her paintings will be on display at The Hub & Gallery in Ridgeway, Ontario, Canada throughout 2026. She is preparing to continue to write for Hyperlux Magazine on a special upcoming artist collaboration and is partnering with the renowned tablet company Wacom as an influencer. A collection of her earlier pieces is available through iCanvas, while several of her more recent digital originals are accessible through Poetic Tiger Gallery in Boise, Idaho, USA (online). Ellie is chief guest editor of " Art of the Phoenix: Path to the Inner Self" , a special issue of 365 Art + Magazine in Japan that will be open for submissions after her spinal injury is further stabilized. She has assembled DAE (Digital Artist Exhibitions), a group of 8 professional, multi-award-winning, digital artists, including Beautiful Bizarre Art Prize finalists, to promote a pro-digital narrative in fine art and galleries globally. Many of her pieces are painted for her " Timbretock" fantasy-fairytale universe.
Location: Ontario, Canada“They say there’s a creature that covets dreams—that spirits them away when you—tucked in covers—sleep. Beneath your bed, does it tarry, does it keep, merely to eat your most blissful dreams—its treat?” _____________________________________________________________ ~The Rag Doll Princess, an original fairytale _____________________________________________________________ The Lalubi is a spinner that syphons dreams from your mind when you sleep or descend into deepest thoughts without speech. With a downy pillow plume, it spins your dreams. They wisp from your mind like incense-tresses. The Lalubi’s gullet burgeons, blooming with light, and there they glow, your dreams, in a starry nebula—lost for millennia—naught to be felt or seen.