Mixed media (conte, fabric dye, black markers, silver pens, water colour paint) on cartridge paper.
I’m a little dissapointed in how the colouring in the background turned out in the scan – the original colours are fabric dye – cobalt blue mottled with royal purple (must buy a new scanner one day).
Once there was a lovely young girl called Brigette who lived in a small village. She was a sight to behold with long chestnut hair that glowed with captured sunlight and lively brown eyes full of earthy promise. All the young men and many of the old, were truely besotted with her beauty and sweet nature.
It was the end of summer and Brigette was walking near the lake one afternoon when the village girls found her. Jealousy and anger fuelled their actions. They filled Brigette’s apron pocket full of dull grey stones and pushed her into the lake. She sunk under the water surface and did not rise. The girls at first were joyous at ridding themselves of a faultless rival…
then they realised what they had done. How would they explain it? They were scared, so the girls invented a story…
Returning to the village, they ran weeping to the village elders, crying out that the lovely Brigette had been tricked by a Kelpie and dragged into the lake. They said that, they saw the wicked waterhorse steal her soul and replace it with grey stones. The village men rushed to the lake bearing hoes and axes ready to attack the foul beast and try to regain the beautiful Brigette. Alas, no Kelpie was to be found – they are cunning creatures after all, so the men used their hoes to drag the lake, just so they could look once more upon the face of Brigette. They dragged her body back to land and found stones hidden in the apron pocket. The girls were right, a kelpie had stolen her poor soul. There was black lake mud on her face running from her eyes like tears. Everytime the mud was wiped off more would flow. The villagers made haste to bury her, so her soulless body would not walk the earth. They dug a grave and laid her gently in it, placing a unmarked gravestone on her feet to stop her from leaving her final resting place – it was Samhain after all.
Unfortunately for the villagers, Brigette still had her soul and had been the victim of a crime most foul. She rose from her grave that very first Samhain night that she had been burried on and drifted through the village – pointing at the girls who had pushed her into the lake. They eventually admitted the truth to the elders. It was too late to move the gravestone or to engrave her name in an attempt to placate the angry ghost. So the villagers kept the spirit penned into her grave site with the use of a carved gourd.
To this day, nothing grows on her grave with the soil appearing as newly turned as the day she was burried.
if you are in the area on All Hallows Eve, then visit the graveyard, pay your respects to the still lovely Brigette… But Don’t Move the Jack-o’lantern.