RAIN-FOREST PERI PAN. NO. 1. 1998. Drawing

One of three sisters originally from Persia, this mystical winged spirit has adapted so well to her dark environment that memories of her origins are blurring with wishful thinkings. Her aging Mother's stories have strayed into the whimsical with each telling and the lines between fact and fiction are threadbare. Maybe because she is the youngest, she desperately wants the fairy tale to continue. Move over Peter. When my wings dry I shall climb higher until the winds lift me asunder and whisk me back into mythologies of the highest bidder. Alas, what Peri saw as her chance of escape, were a pair of drooping leaves so pointed because of the continual condensation occurring. That these were strategically placed at her shoulders where she sat daily, was a random act of the Forest's defiance. No way were they ever going to be dry. The Forest loved the Peri Family in it's midst. They perpetuated glamour and glitz and entertainment as they went round and round.