Yeats And Magical Realism: Where Dreams Gather


W.B Yeats Oil Painting by June Ponte.

W.B Yeats Oil Painting by June Ponte.

This morning I kept thinking about one of my early loves, William Butler Yeats. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature, served as a Senator, and believed that through the arts, Ireland could overcome her political and social “troubles”, as he called them. My kind of do-er and beautiful dreamer.

Irish mythology and folklore informed his work as naturally as a “soft day” wraps around Benbulbin’s massive shoulders in Country Sligo. He is considered a Symbolist, from the allusive imagery and symbolism that frequents his work. Having read a lot of his letters to his epic love, Maud Gonne (whom I don’t think he ever got over), I know he was a terrible romantic as well.

With all of that – and his passion for the metaphysical and spiritual taken well into account – I think Yeats possessed the perfect nature and creative composition to be considered a magical realist. He really did see the world as a magical, enchanted place, complete with masked monsters that lurk in their usual shadows.

There’s a story I often think of, from the days when Yeats was the chief of Dublin’s Abbey Theatre. About to leave the theatre after rehearsals one day, Yeats discovered he’d left his fur coat on a couch in the lobby – and a cat was now curled up, fast asleep on it. He shocked onlookers when, rather than wake the cat, he took a pair of scissors and simply cut around its purring body, taking what remained of the coat. When asked, in disbelief, why he’d do such a thing, William declared he dare not wake the cat, for it was in a mystical sleep!  

Things like that convince me William lived in a way that was true his work – loyal to his own style and ideas. There’s a grace that comes from that. Sitting down to “work” you’re simply translating the world as you really do see – and feel it. 

So this week: a little Irish enchantment from a man who walks among us still; in careful, sorrowful lines and beautiful indelible phrases for the ages…


The Pity Of Love

A pity beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.


The Lover Tell Of The Rose In His Heart

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.


He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


The Valley Of The Black Pig

The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.
We who still labour by the cromlec on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.




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What Is Magical Realism?


“Magical Realism is what happens when a highly detailed, realistic setting is invaded by something too strange to believe.” *

The net’s full of other interpretations that talk about objective reality colliding with elements of fantasy, magic blending into a realistic atmosphere, naturalistic technique with elements of dream… The good old Collins English Dictionary simply says that “Magical Realism is a style of painting or writing that depicts images of surreal fantasy in a representational or realistic way”. We’re getting the picture now.

Yet, like so much in life you don’t really have to fully understand Magical Realism to enjoy it. Not that I’d want to deliberately confuse readers or anything like that, but there is a charm to stepping into the unknown. As a reader myself, I find Magical Realism has spoiled me in a way. By comparison, plainly told stories set in the all too familiar world as we commonly know it… They kinda bore me. Rather, I’m a fan of metaphors used in an unexpected ways. There’s a subtle rebelliousness about it that tickles my fancy. And like in surrealist artist, Kevin Sloan’s, paintings – placing impossible elements together often affords us a glimpse of an inspiring, greater reality.

Magical Realism is said to have originated in Latin America. Looking back, I can see how reading Isabel Allende, Laura Esquivel and Clarissa Pinkola Estes not only contributed to shaping my world view but my style of writing as well. Living in America and having grown up in Australia where we studied mostly English novels I was, and still am, quite taken with how other cultures seem more able to see the meaning in the supernatural elements of magical realism, perhaps because it links to their much loved mythology.

Thanks to the work of people like Joseph Campbell, Christopher Vogler and so many others, I think our scientific and futuristically obsessed contemporary western society is becoming more comfortable with symbolism, mythology and all that stories handed down through time still have to teach us. Combine that with our penchant for depth psychology and the urge we have to better know ourselves as we are today and there you have it: the present really is a gift – in the form of an opportunity – to embrace all we have been, all we are now and all we can still become.

To me, Magical Realism speaks the language of dreams. It’s poetry from within the field of all possibilities, and the perfect vehicle to document human kind’s coming of age story.

How about you? What do you think? Please feel free to comment, to leave links to articles that continue the conversation, and of course links to your own work as well – especially if you’ re among the intrepid souls supporting magical realism in any medium!




Create An Enchanted Life blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

Create An Enchanted Life blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.


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*The quote above is from Dr. Matthew Strecher, author of an in depth reader’s guide to the highly regarded magical realism novel,“The Wind Up Bird Chronicle” by Haruki Muakami.

Discovering Alberto Rios



I Googled “Magical Realism poetry” today and now I’m being ecstatically drawn down a new rabbit hole, thanks in large part to Alberto Rios. I’m so excited to have found his work as it bridges the lyrical and literary and melts the walls of common reality.

Rios grew up speaking Spanish but was forced to speak English in school and that led to him developing a unique third language that colors his work. Ríos once commented, “I have been around other languages all my life, particularly Spanish, and have too often thought of the act of translation as simply giving something two names. But it is not so, not at all. Rather than filling out, a second name for something pushes it forward, forward and backward, and gives it another life.”

That “second name” for something reminds me so much of the powerful use of metaphor that Magical Realism embraces. And the world that unfolds inside a metaphor is something in particular that’s always enchanted me – and more recently it’s called me to dabble more seriously with my own fiction writing. As songwriter and lyricist it’s an easy step for me to take and a step into a familiar yet inspiring world.

Thanks to Arizona State University there’s a wonderful resource online where Rios has gathered his insights and ideas about Magical Realism and literature. There are so many thrilling perspectives in it, including this below:

Magical realism resides in that space between words for the same thing.  It often dispenses with the words, and goes to what they are.  This is at the same time both poetic and pragmatic, and here is the beginning of understanding magical realism.  It is poetic in that the narrative becomes expressive, and not simply defined; it is pragmatic in that the words that might simply define it do not, and so something else must be found—similes, metaphors, objective correlatives, and even whole stories, sometimes.  Both impulses drive the narrative to the same place, if for different reasons: to the events themselves.For example, in One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez, at one point in his narrative, describes the return of an errant son, José Arcadio II, who, before returning to his mother Ursula’s house, stops for a drink on the other side of town.  While there, however, he is mysteriously murdered.  GGM offers the following subsequent action:A trickle of [his] blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces, went down steps and climbed over curbs, passed along the street of the Turks, turned a corner to the right and another to the left, made a right and another to the left, made a right angle at the Buendía house, went in under the closed door, crossed through the parlor, hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs, went on to the living room, made a wide curve to avoid the dining room table, went along the porch with the begonias, and passed without being seen under Amaranta’s chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano José, and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen, where Ursula was getting ready to crack thirty-six eggs to make bread.

“Holy Mother of God!” Ursula shouted.


In this scene, the writer could just as easily talked about intuition, or a woman’s intuition, or a mother’s intuition, and left it at that.  But the idea of being related, of the bloodline, is instead fully and physically realized, and the moment is played out.  The two characters are related by blood, and so this is how the mother knows her son is dead.

Isn’t that brilliant!? To put it bluntly, I love the way that style of writing gives the finger to the “rules” of writing – and logic. There’s a defiance there that speaks to me of independence. Independent thought. Self referral. Raw emotion picking up where intellect leaves off. The intelligence of fullness of being… Beyond boundaries. Ah, but I shall not swoon too much longer here today. Back to Alberto Rios.

One of the first poems of Alberto’s that I came across was his beautiful, “Nani”. What do you think?

By Alberto Rios

Sitting at her table, she serves
the sopa de arroz to me
instinctively, and I watch her,
the absolute mama, and eat words
I might have had to say more
out of embarrassment. To speak,
now-foreign words I used to speak,
too, dribble down her mouth as she serves
me albondigas. No more
than a third are easy to me.
By the stove she does something with words
and looks at me only with her
back. I am full. I tell her
I taste the mint, and watch her speak
smiles at the stove. All my words
make her smile. Nani never serves
herself, she only watches me
with her skin, her hair. I ask for more.

I watch the mama warming more
tortillas for me. I watch her
fingers in the flame for me.
Near her mouth, I see a wrinkle speak
of a man whose body serves
the ants like she serves me, then more words
from more wrinkles about children, words
about this and that, flowing more
easily from these other mouths. Each serves
as a tremendous string around her,
holding her together. They speak
nani was this and that to me
and I wonder just how much of me
will die with her, what were the words
I could have been, was. Her insides speak
through a hundred wrinkles, now, more
than she can bear, steel around her,
shouting, then, What is this thing she serves?

She asks me if I want more.
I own no words to stop her.
Even before I speak, she serves.




I find so much to love in this poem. It reminded me so much of my own Nan who lost her one true love husband too early then lived on powered by her fierce love for us, her grand children and family.

In Nani I was struck by “she…  looks at me only with her back.” And how he expands on that later referring to his grandmother’s skin and hair as well. To me, that is all about the body’s intelligence and primary cell perception. And anyone whoever’s loved knows you can see someone with your back, or hands or mouth… That makes me smile.

And how about the kind of love he is talking about here, the kind that serves? That seems so rare – and egoless. Yet it’s not the sole dominion of mothers and grandmothers. Alberto mentions his grandfather who now serves the ants. (What a way to explain he is in the grave.) That resonates with me because I have marveled at my husband’s ability to – and amazing want to – serve and help. It’s how he shows his love, too. And our stars shudder at my luck!

I hope Alberto Rios’s work delights you and reminds you of the love we’re surrounded by here on Earth.

For more about him here’s a link to a page full of further resources.

Alberto Alvaro Rios

Alberto Alvaro Rios


Create An Enchanted Life blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

Create An Enchanted Life blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

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Making The World New And Alive Again – a conversation with artist Kevin Sloan.


Prometheus’ Regret by Kevin Sloan

Prometheus’ Regret by Kevin Sloan


Concluding my feature on his wonderful work, this week I’m posting an interview with contemporary allegorical realist painter, Kevin Sloan. I think you’ll love Kevin’s enlightened view of the world and his tips about creating enchantment, mystery and joy!


Fiona: Your lovely web site mentions that at the core of your work is a deep concern and respect for our planet, particularly it’s “silent inhabitants” – the animals and plants we share this world with. Where did your interest in and passion for our natural world come from?

Kevin Sloan: It may have started as child. I spent a lot of time outside as a kid, playing and day dreaming in a semi-undeveloped area near our house. I could see plants go though the cycle of the season in a wild environment, play in a small stream and see birds and bugs going about their business. I always felt more safe in nature than around people as a kid so I think I also equate the natural world with a feeling of familiarity and safety.

Fiona: Your work is informed by early natural history artists from the “Age Of Discovery”, when artists painstakingly illustrated the newly discovered natural world. I love how you combine an aesthetic from that time with symbolism of the modern world and today’s society as well as what feels to me to be a psychological commentary. Am I connecting the dots in the right way there?

Kevin Sloan: I agree. I think whenever two very discordant things are placed together there exists the possibility of a new kind of narrative. In other words, the juxtaposition of an animal interacting with an electrical cord create the possibility of some kind of story and it may take the form of a personal or emotional one. What does it feel like to be a natural, organic being and have to interact with technology so intimately? What does that do to our psyche over time? Or, what does this juxtaposition symbolize personally – does that interaction feel entrapping, or is it an elegant dance, a part of the new technological era we live in?

Fiona: Do you think our “new world” that we are discovering and documenting now could be a spiritual and psychological one?

Kevin Sloan: I certainly hope so! I think that we often don’t realize the new spiritual and psychological insights we are making until after we have been going down that road for a while. Changes like these are more subtle and deep and are not always apparent at first. We are quick to recognize and embrace changes in technology or other external influences but matters of the soul take more time.

Fiona: I love that unlike those natural history artists from the 1700′s to 1900′s you are freed from the need to describe for science. So when you describe the natural world and our interaction with it (in your art) through an allegorical, social or political lens, where does that impulse begin? Is it a question you have or an issue you have been contemplating that leads you to creating of a new painting?

Kevin Sloan: The work of the past few years have dealt with a fairly simple theme, what happens when the natural world interacts with the modern, technological world? This painted answers to this question take many forms in my work. A bird may be entangled with a serpentine, orange extension cord. In another piece, a forlorn penguin stands on a beach looking down at an orange, vintage teacups balanced preciously on his head. While both very different images, they share the common theme of trying to picture through allegory the challenges facing the natural world in these rapidly changing times.

Fiona: What is it about allegory and how it relates to surrealist art, in particular, that’s such a powerful tool in communicating ideas and emotions?

Kevin Sloan: Allegory and surrealist art allow the narrative being described to become more open ended, more like poetry than prose for example. It allows the viewer to participate more intimately in the experience by letting them project their own emotional responses onto the artwork. In doing so the artwork becomes a living conversation between the art, the artist and the viewer. Or at least that is possible!

Fiona: I recently purchased “It’s Time”, one of your limited edition prints, and love how I am able to perceive my own messages in the symbolism of the piece. It’s been really interesting to see how others react to it as well. What were you thinking about in creating that piece?

"It's Time" by Kevin Sloan

“It’s Time” by Kevin Sloan

Kevin Sloan: One idea I was working with in that piece is the idea of time standing still, passing quickly by or some place in between those extremes. The rabbit for me symbolizes frenetic, nervous energy. He sits upon the turtle which for me represents grounded, slow, steady energy. When they are placed together those two energies create balance. They have arrived at the scene where a clock is presented and they are viewing the time – it’s just the right time, not too soon, not too late.

Fiona: Allowing others to draw their own conclusions from my work as a songwriter is something relatively new to me and I think it’s something artists may do particularly gracefully. How do you feel about the numerous ways people may perceive your work? Do you ever feel the need to convey one unmistakable message or are you ok with keeping it open to interpretation?

Kevin Sloan: I encourage all viewers of my work to bring their own interpretations to the work. I’m often delighted to hear the things people will say the work represents to them – often times things I never would have thought of! In this way, my hope is that the images will have meaning over time, far past my time and culture. Hopefully the images are timeless and archetypal enough to resonate to people from many different cultures and times.

Fiona: To me you seem like an incredibly articulate guy with a high emotional I.Q and could have contributed greatly to the world with anything you pursued. What inspired you to become an artist and study fine art, in particular?

Kevin Sloan: I believe we all have an innate need to be heard and in some small or large way express how we see the world. For me making pictures started to feel very good and natural in my early teens. Back then, I studied and made art because I just felt better when I made things! Anything – paintings, drawing, pottery, jewelry, etc., I liked it all. I still feel better when I make art however the desire is much deeper now. That early joy I felt has now revealed a personal visual language I continue to explore and use to express my feelings about being alive in this crazy, magnificent world.

Fiona: It seems to me that as an artist with your perspective and interests you are well equipped to create an enchanted life for yourself and others. Do you have any tips for our readers as to how they might create a little enchantment in their own lives?

Enchantment, mystery, joy – it’s all out there just waiting to be noticed. In the very fast and cluttered world we live in it’s sometimes difficult to notice, but it’s all there. For me, I have to consciously remember to slow down, breathe a little more deeply and slowly and just look. Driving to and from my studio each day has it’s challenges – most commutes do. However, I am always amazed at the quirky, unexpected and often beautiful things I see as I sit with all the others in traffic. The phone is not used, I accept that we’re moving at a snail’s pace and there’s nothing I can do about it and I just start looking around. Sometimes all I get is a giant swath of brilliant, blue sky but that’s enough! This awareness makes the “background” world come to the foreground for just a moment and in doing so it’s all new and alive again.


To learn more about Kevin’s amazing work please visit

For information on Kevin’s limited edition prints click here.


Create An Enchanted Life blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

Create An Enchanted   Life blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

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Kevin Sloan’s Rare Wonders

Kevin Sloan is a contemporary allegorical realist painter I discovered a couple of months ago. I’ve really fallen in love with his style and the way he blends an historical feel from the 17th to 19th centuries, nature and contemporary social commentary. In anticipation of next week’s interview with Kevin here on Create An Enchanted Life today I’m posting a few of his pieces to give you a taste of what he does. I hope you like it as much as I do and it leads you to finding a little enchantment in your day!

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Please visit Kevin’s web site for more.

And consider picking up one of his lovely limited edition prints here. I did! :))

The Greatest Enchantress – By Guest Blogger Kristen Baum

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“What is it with you people and the moon?” howls Bruce Willis’s character in Disney’s The Kid.  Cold, rational, logical.  He’d grown into a man who had no time for magic or any of that nonsense.  I highly recommend watching it if you haven’t yet.  The magic of Disney’s The Kid is the alchemy of transformation itself.  It echoes Disney’s premise: “when you wish upon a star your dreams come true.” Even if you don’t remember making the wish.

The Kid


For me, an enchanted life naturally seems to involve moon gazing.  There’s a sense of wonder each time I look up to see a full moon.  So much light.  And it’s such soft light.  It’s as though the moon caresses me each time I pause to drink in her beauty.

From the age of ten through my teenage years I lived in an upstairs bedroom of a steeply-gabled house. There the full moon would awaken me, shining in my dormer window in the quiet hours when most of the world slept.  Magic.  She would draw me to the window to bask in her glow and awaken a sense of wonder in me.  I felt a kinship with the moon that put me into a state of wonder.  My eyes would first fix on her, then on the softly lit landscape of the yard and the apple orchard.

The whole world looks different in the light of a full moon.  Softer.  Calling us to share her secrets with a softness that isn’t the same in the full light of day.

For me there’s a direct link between belief in an enchanted life and living in awe and wonder. Cold, rational logic be damned.  We who live this way are in love with the moon, in love with love, enamored with all things unique.  We will ever be the ones interrupting a conversation to say, “Oh, look at the moon!”



Kristen Baum, composer and contributing blog author

Kristen Baum, composer and contributing blog author

Kristen Baum is a film composer, Sundance Fellow and writer who specializes in fantasy, fairy music and fairy tales.  She loves all things fantasy and fairy tale.  You can hear her music at:

Her website is:

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A Grab Bag Of Magical Realism Portals And Potions


Just a quickie post this week- with a few links to brilliant resources full of Magical Realism goodies and recommendations…

Good Reads is a great community for readers and authors alike. I found a very good Magical Realism book list there. Here’s a link.

Author, Zoe Brooks, has a very comprehensive reading list and posts reviews of all she’s read as well over on her Blogspot.

And heaven knows some bookish eye candy is fun so go ahead and judge a book by it’s cover on Zoe’s Pinterest page.

Maybe you wanna support some indies – and this being read an e book week what better time to do that! You might enjoy this Awesome Indies page.

Lastly, this is one of the most accessible and enjoyable pieces I’ve read on Marquez’s magical realism. ” …what’s so darn cool about this genre: the fantastic is made into the possible.” Thanks, Shmoop! 

Have an enchanting week!

Before The Dimming Of The World


Once upon a time the gorgeous Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett film, “The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button”, was an F. Scott Fitzgerald short story, and a magically inclined one at that.

Googling it today I found a terrific piece about it by author and film critic, Marshall Fine. I love how he embraced the enchanting style of both the short story and the quietly epic movie it would become. I thought you might enjoy it so I’ve included an excerpt here below.

David Fincher’s new film is nothing like Forrest Gump. It is at once enchanting and emotional, sweeping and intimate. It never hammers its gimmick but utilizes it to give depth to the feelings it evokes, as it weaves its magic across the decades.

Based on a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that was originally set in late 19th-early 20th-century Baltimore, Benjamin Button has been transposed to 20th century New Orleans, beginning at the end of World War I and moving all the way to Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Katrina even plays a role, a fact that has bothered some critics but which seems the perfect metaphor for the death of a way of life.

Katrina is the backdrop for the story’s bracketing construct: A young woman (Julia Ormond) sits at the bedside of her elderly, dying mother (Cate Blanchett) in a hospital, as Katrina approaches. Going through her mother’s few belongings, she uncovers a diary – the story of Benjamin Button as told by Benjamin himself. Her voice reading the story gives way to his, telling it.

The premise is simple but magical: A son is born to a wealthy button-maker named Thomas Button (Jason Flemyng) on the day the war ends. But the birth kills his wife – and the baby is a monstrosity, a tiny baby version of a super-annuated little old man.

Button abandons the baby on the steps of a local nursing home, where he is adopted by the residence’s live-in attendant, Queenie (Taraji P. Henson). She brings him up and, eventually, realizes that, the longer he is on Earth, the younger he becomes.

By the time he leaves home to crew on a tugboat skippered by the salty Captain Mike (Jared Harris), he still looks like a 65-year-old man. And he has already met the love of his life: Daisy (Blanchett), the granddaughter of one of the residents of the old-age home. They meet as children and again as adolescents – but they truly see each other for the first time when Benjamin comes home in his 20s, after a stint working for Captain Mike in Russia and then fighting by his side against a Nazi submarine.

The events of the film – Benjamin’s reunion with his father, his on-again, off-again affair with Daisy, their eventual decision to part when it becomes clear that he’s becoming too young to remain her romantic partner – are less consuming than the way they are strung together. This is one of those movies where the journey, not the destination, is the point: the idea that we reach critical moments in life unexpectedly (a fact made physical by a recurring character who recounts all the times he was struck by lightning, one after the other).

Fincher assembles this like a mosaic, one made of individually fascinating pieces that comprise one larger, more encompassing picture. The emotion accrues slowly – the way experience deepens us as we move through life – until we are caught up in it. The comparison is to the grain of sand in the oyster; what you have, by the end, is the pearl that is this film.

Marshall Fine, The L.A Times. 

My favorite part of the book, which I don’t think was captured in the film, was the very end. After living a long life baby Benjamin lies in his crib as it slowly becomes his death bed. The way F.Scott describes the gradual retreat of Benjamin’s senses there and the simple dimming of the world around him made me swoon. I wonder if that’s one of those delicate feats only the written word can conjure?

Either way, both tales – as told by the short story and the film, are utterly worth telling because they create an opportunity for us to look at life and death from a different perspective - through magical realism’s poetic lens. Here in the bright field of infinite possibilities before the dimming of the world begins, we each have so many choices to make. One choice we get to make constantly is how we perceive the world around us.

How do you choose to see it?



Blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

Blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

About me: I’m a songwriter, singer, author and dedicated pleasure seeker. My music is available to preview and purchase on iTunes worldwide. Look for my Magical Realism short stories on Amazon beginning late March 2014. I’d love for you to visit me at my other blog and official site as well.


Online Enchantment

"It's Time" Kevin Sloan

“It’s Time” Kevin Sloan

Last week’s post led me to discover a number of surrealist and magical realist artists. Thanks to the net’s modern magic I’m thrilled to have connected with those artists and have interviews and featured pieces planned with them in the coming months here on “Create An Enchanted Life”.

I am really inspired by Kevin Sloan’s work. So much so that I bought a signed and numbered limited edition print of his “It’s Time” this morning! That’s it above.

I feel compelled to live with this piece because every time I look at it A) I giggle, and B) I am aware of how I manage my precious time here on Earth, in my tortured and tantalizing city, in my tribe of creatives, in my pink orb of a marriage, and here in my loyal vessel of a body. I also get a little thrill at the thought of rising to challenges ahead. Funny how all that can flash through one’s mind at the glance of a skillfully crafted image. But isn’t it wonderful, too?

Here is a lovely quote from Kevin that seems tailor made to share here on “Create An Enchanted Life”.

 “Freed from the need to describe for science, I can describe the natural world and our interaction with it through an allegorical, social and political lens.” Kevin Sloan. 

Please feel free to use the comments fields here to share links to artists who inspire you. Or if you are an artist of any description –  painter, poet, writer, fire dancer… Let my readers and I know about your no doubt delicious, enchanting work! Let’s fill the web with the stuff dreams are made of!


Blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

Blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

About me: I’m a songwriter, singer, author and dedicated pleasure seeker. My music is available to preview and purchase on iTunes worldwide. Look for my Magical Realism short stories on Amazon beginning late March 2014. I’d love for you to visit me at my other blog and official site as well.


The Power Of Imagery

a-writing-hand1As a writer, my love of imagery makes me feel almost disloyal to language. My saving grace is that we can use language to conjure images so I get to have my cake and eat it to. Anything to the contrary has always seemed ridiculous to me. Why in the world not eat one’s own cake? But I digress.

Magical Realism’s “pictures” (in any medium) paint countless words and perhaps even more importantly, in the sliver of a moment, so fleeting as to barely know it’s happening, they trigger emotions. Big, deep, Lunar sized emotions and bristling, disturbing, pushing- me- to act emotions. In the world of Magical Realism, everything’s fair game.

Another thing I love about Magical Realism is it’s the perfect menage-a-trois of language, imagery and metaphor. Check these out, for example…

Is that tea cup a career or maybe a relationship? Do you ever feel as precariously in flight as this Flamingo?

Kevin Sloan

please visit the artist, Kevin Sloan’s, web site.

Or under the branches, potential and flight risks of your own thoughts?..

Steven Kenny

Please visit the artist, Steven Kenny’s, web site. 

Or under water in a “school” of emotions?


Please visit the artist/director, Scott Rhea’s site.

As art reflects our complicated and elegant selves back to us I wish you speedy, painless evolution and hope you leave us beautiful roadmaps from the journey. See you next week!


Blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

Blog author, Fiona Kernaghan.

About me: I’m a songwriter, singer, author and dedicated pleasure seeker. My music is available to preview and purchase on iTunes worldwide. Look for my Magical Realism short stories on Amazon beginning late March 2014. I’d love for you to visit me at my other blog and official site as well.

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Fiona Kernaghan

Fiona Kernaghan

I'm a songwriter, singer and dedicated pleasure seeker. When I'm not writing and recording songs I write screenplays and short stories.

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