An Autumn with Isidore has been added to the Book Store. This is a coloring book actually, but also features the short stories that go along with my Isidore collages. This is the little project of mine from years back that eventually turned into my Isidore Tarot. So if you like a little reading with your coloring, stop by here and nab mine!
Nanannie Noot was once a night spirit who could be seen moving under the crescent moon in the far west. She kept two gecko companions, Nut and Norman, and her best friend a zebroid named Nanook. Together they passed quietly through the night looking for travelers caught out in the cruelly cold desert night. Those who have met her in such times say she offered them one of the elegant bottles she carried with her and softly told them to drink the night and the night would look after them. With one sip the cold became warm, the lonely became content and the fearful were able to laugh. It was often only rumored that from the same bottle if a cruel person sipped the wrathful became subservient, the lust-filled became subdued and the murderer forever saw the night and was haunted by the unnamed shadows that would torment them.
It was said that one night she found the crescent moon to not be shining so she reached up into the heavens to offer it a drink. Soon it shined brighter in the sky than ever it had and Nanannie Noot and her small caravan were swept up into the night sky where the night spirit became the goddess behind the moon. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Friday the 13th: Coventina’s mysterious and magical dark water cabaret performs tonight. To see this performance simply take a right at the bridge and dive in. When you see the sea horse give him the password, any password. Your tickets are not needed here, only your imagination. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Seaweed Starwart found herself spending more and more time lounging in the fallen leaves she was supposed to be raking up and staring at the fence surrounding the house across the street. Every so often a man would come walking down the sidewalk and as he grew nearer to the fence his eyes would become dreamy, his movements would become relaxed and ever so slowly he would let himself drift towards the fence. Once there he’d happily stand looking over the fence at something Seaweed couldn’t see until the lady of the house came rushing from the front door and shooed the man away.
Lazily Seaweed got up from her comfortable leaf nest and found that her curiosity was getting the better of her. She checked to make sure no one was watching and she slipped over to the fence. As she stood up on her tippy-toes and peered over the fence she saw the most incredible sight: Three little sirens in the bird bath singing their tiny little siren songs to whatever man happened to walk by. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Wentworth’s Uncomfortable Carpool Service will guarantee that you get where you’re needing to go. They also guarantee that you won’t enjoy it. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Sometimes it was hard for the Sisters Hollow to keep their true identities to themselves. It was all a game of misdirection and changing of the subject. It can never be said that their true identities coming to light was bad for business though. It was one thing to go to a seance performed by the Fox sisters and listen for their echoing knuckle or ankle cracks as one of them proclaimed a spirit was a foot! It was a completely different thing to go to a seance held by the Sisters Hollow and watch one of them accidentally sneeze ectoplasm before the show even began. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Loom Basil was a little known goddess who resided in a very small village, on a very small island, in a very remote place, and governed over a very small people. Not small as in stature, but small as in numbers. She was the goddess of the autumn moon and every year mid-October she would come to the center of this village and take possession of a decorated beast of burden offered by the men, three masks made by the wives and a dressed wooden doll made for her by the children. When the autumn moon was at its highest point in the sky, she would ride the beast with the doll at her side through the heart of the village. The spectacle was something brilliant to watch but something no one was allowed to see, for if any of the villagers looked upon her their crops would spoil upon the harvest. It was an act of respect and self discipline you see; Loom Basil needed her subjects to have both. From An Autumn with Isidore.
They decorated the trees and the ground below their feet with flowers the shades of crimson, gold and ocher. Ribbons in the shades of plum, teal and the midnight sky hung from the reaching branches above. The last of the season’s fireflies twinkled along the path as the sun slowly set in the distance. The first note of a violin was strummed and the autumn bride and groom slowly moved towards their newly joined fate. From An Autumn with Isidore.
One Wednesday of every month is a special night at the Cinder and Ash Cabaret. It was dedicated to a performance by the notorious duo Miss Winfrey Woof and Mr Mau Mau and their dueling pianos. It was a very unique show that often had a packed house. If one were to be walking along the street and overhear this performance it would sound like someone playing an out of tune piano as a tone deaf dog howls at the moon and a wounded cat cries out in misery. As it happened, unbeknownst to the performers, most members of the audience considered sitting through this show a right of passage. However, no one would ever have the heart to tell this odd but obviously delighted couple that fact. From An Autumn with Isidore.
No one can say when the accident occurred… Harland Spiderwart left the circus with his twin niece and nephew Pip and Pup to sing on the stages of the big city. The promised postcards never arrived. The promised flyers proudly proclaiming the twinnies success were never seen. And then one stormy night a defeated Harland Spiderwart returned to the circus, missing one ear and without the twins. In his possession was an eerie automaton that bore the resemblance to the twinnies and when it was wound up it would sing the same beautiful songs as they did. Though automaton’s sang with a slightly dead tone as a machine could never truly recreate the living thing. When approached Harland would not explain, he only asked that each night before the closing of the show the twin automatons be allowed to sing one song just as Pip and Pup did back in the day. When the mechanical twins sang their song Harland would sit off in the shadows and shed a tear. No matter how many years that passed he never did explain the circumstance of the accident or that night.
Somewhere in another time and place a one eared house-cat wakes from his fitful sleep where he dreamed of a past life. He stretches and ambles slowly off the couch and finds his sleeping human. He gives her hand a lick and a nuzzle before setting off for his kitty bed. He nestles into the cushy fabric and snuggles his nose into the places where there are still little bits of catnip. He lets himself fall back to sleep and hopes to dream of one of his better lives. From An Autumn with Isidore.