Delilah, the clever deer with wide eyes and graceful stature, and Elvis, the minuscule and cheerful screech owl with feathers tufted to resemble the bark of a tree, shared a bond as unique as any found in the whispering pinewood forest. Their friendship, a mix of Delilah’s gentle wisdom and Elvis’s playful laughter, was a constant source of joy for them.
They lived in a secluded clearing within the whispering pinewood forest, a place where they spent their days crafting fantastical tales. Delilah, with her logical mind, would weave intricate plots, while Elvis, with his boundless imagination, would add whimsical details and cheerful characters. Together, they invented stories of mischievous fairies, playful flying squirrels, and friendly sprites, all creatures that loved the night.
However, the surrounding forest inhabitants didn’t understand their friendship or their stories. They found their tales offensive and weird, their bond an oddity. Raised eyebrows and hushed whispers followed them wherever they went. Delilah, with her patient nature, tried to explain their connection, but to no avail. Elvis, though cheerful, felt a pang of sadness at the constant disapproval.
One night, Delilah’s mother told her of a place that was accepting, a place where differences were celebrated. She had heard tales of an ancient cathedral, with its shimmering stained-glass windows. At once Delilah told Evlis and they dreamed of capturing their stories in glass, a window that would reflect the beauty of their enchanted realm. They had no idea what “stained-glass” was, but it sounded like it was made with magic.
With newfound hope, they journeyed deep into the forest and through the whispering pines and ancient oak trees. Through meadows and streams towards a long lost village that once heald a towerinng stone building. Tired and hungry, they eventually glimpsed the distant glow far away.. As they approached a clearing, the massive stone cathedral’s windows shimmered with an otherworldly light, beckoning them closer. They carefully stepped inside, their eyes wide with wonder, and found themselves surrounded by a spectrum of colors. They visited each stained-glass pane and saw that they held a scenes of joy and acceptance, with animals of all kinds living in harmony. Delilah felt a sense of peace, seeing the other creatures looking so happy and playful, each in their own vibrant pane of glass. Elvis, his heart filled with delight, let out a series of joyful trills and hoos.
As the setting sun painted the cathedral in hues of gold and rose, they found a window that mirrored their many of their own fairytales. It was a night scene, with a golden crescent moon hanging above a serene blue lake called Kimsey. A flowering dogwood tree, its blossoms crafted from fragments of golden colored glass, stood beside the lake. The window’s fractured blues, greens and golds shimmered with details that seemed to beckon them closer.
“It’s beautiful,” Delilah murmured, her eyes reflecting the vibrant colors. “A place where unique pieces come together to create something extraordinary.” “This window resembles our very own imaginations, Elvis!”
“Like it was meant to be!” Elvis chirped, his tufted feathers twitching with excitement.
They had come to the cathedral seeking refuge, seeking a place where their unusual friendship would be understood. They found a strange comfort in the cathedral’s accepting silence and the window made up just for them.
As they gazed at the dogwood window, a sense of belonging washed over them. They weren’t broken, they realized, but rather unique, their bond a rare and precious thing. The cathedral, with its mosaic of stories and its ancient beauty and magic… yes, magic!, had offered them a home where they could simply be themselves.
And so, stepping inside, Delilah and Elvis found their place, not in the shadows of judgment, but in the radiant light of the stained-glass windows.
Delilah and Elvis the Owl
Every night, their silhouettes appeared in the dogwood window with the shimmering blue lake and crescent moon. Delilah’s graceful form and Elvis’s cheerful feathers the unlikely friendship in a home in the heart of a cathedral deep in a forgotten ancient pinewood forest.
Every evening under their blooming dogwood tree, they would continue to weave stories of mischievous fairies, playful flying squirrels, friendly sprites and all creatures that loved the night.
Thanks so much for enjoying my painting and story! This beautiful painting is 8×10 and features shimmering Gansai watercolor pigments.
If you are interested in the original, please contact me for price and location if you’re local. If you are interested in a print of this painting please use the contact form below and we can work together to produce the perfect size and style of print that you wish.
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Last weekend was a fulfilling achievement for this artist! Not only did I receive the magical news of being juried into the Lost River Artists Marketplace in Lost City, WV, but this little painting found a new home in the blink of an eye!
“The Tourist” was born from a whimsical exploration of nature’s tiny wonders. In the painting, a miniature adventurer with an iridescent cerulean blue shell gazes upwards in curiosity.
Towering above is a majestic Amanita muscaria mushroom, its crimson cap adorned with a constellation of pearly white dots. Like watchful guardians, two smaller fly agarics stand beside the giant, their red caps catching the soft, golden backdrop of twilight.
But the true magic lies in the details. The sweet snail’s eyestalks stretch out curiously, taking in the splendor of the deep crimson spotted giant. Perhaps the mushroom whispers stories of faraway lands, hosts starlight in its gills or maybe the snail dreams of one day reaching its speckled peak.
Selling “The Tourist” amidst the vibrant energy of the Lost River marketplace was a surreal moment. I did not expect to sell a thing as I nervously dropped off my artwork at the front desk for the first time. Yet, as if confirmed by the magic of art – the ability to capture a moment of whimsy and share it with the world – I received an email on Monday announcing “The Tourist” had found a new home!
Being juried into the Marketplace felt like a blessing, and selling “The Tourist” the same day was the sweetest cherry on top. It was an occasion woven with wonder, and one I’ll cherish forever.
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In this painting I embarked on a creative journey that aimed to capture the delicate beauty of nature. I wanted to use my stained glass technique to create an adorable bee with delicate, shimmering wings and eyes that make your heart melt. I think I have come up with just the thing. With each brushstroke, I sought to bring the bee to life. Shadows adorn its body, hinting at the sun’s warmth and glow. The glossy sheen of its wings reflects the floral world around it.
At the heart of this composition floats a delicate bumblebee, Benjamin. Its wings are adorned with special, luminous gem gansai watercolors. These luminous watercolors are a new addition to my repertoire of pigments and I’ve been able to integrate them into my nature scenes as if they should have always been there.
The wings of this bee seem to hum with life. As I painted, I envisioned it floating from flower to flower, a tireless and wandering pollinator.
2. Floral Whispers:
Around the bee, I intentionally include delicate floral patterns with monochrome variations of leaves and petals so as not to detract from the bee itself. I choose soft pastel hues—gentle pinks, lilacs, and pale greens—to evoke a sense of serenity.
Pink petals are inferred in the body of the painting except for one detailed pink flower that sits off to the side of the image. I wanted to give the understanding of where the bee was wandering. But I imagine that the viewer is not ready for him to leave yet. We are just getting to know him, with his sweet eyes and shimmering wings.
3. Technique and Layers:
My process tends to unfold quickly in the beginning. First, a pencil sketch maps out the bee’s form and the floral arrangement. Precision matters only with the main subject of the painting; the proportions have to be just right.
I chose the colors to complement the yellow and black bee; various hues of yellows and blacks to accentuate depth and shadows. I wanted to assume that the bee’s abdomen is curved realistically; like the viewer watches the bee as it hovers, midair to enjoy that vibrant pink flower that it is about to visit.
The wings are carefully painted to reflect the delicate greens of the foliage along with the pink flowers. I also wanted to reflect the yellow of the bee in the wings with a mix of pink and yellow iridescent paint that turns out to be a peach color. I then wash over an opalescent finish to ensure that the wings show vibrantly against the similar background.
The translucent pink petals emerge as I layer washes of color. The paper absorbs the pigments, creating a delicate translucency as I am able to display the soft veins of the prospective flower, making it irresistible to the bee.
4. Nature’s Rhythm:
As I paint, I feel connected to nature’s rhythm. The bee symbolizes more than its species; it embodies the delicate balance of ecosystems and the viewer’s personal connection to the bee’s journey. Pollination, life cycles, personal interconnectedness—all woven into its flight.
The paper becomes a stage where bee, human, and flora harmonize. The whisper of renewal, resilience, quiet magic of existence, and connection to the natural world.
In the end, my Gansai painting becomes a celebration—a hymn to the bee, the flowers, and the unseen threads that bind us all. 🎨🐝🌼
Note: This personal reflection is inspired by my actual Gansai painting, created with love and awe for the natural world.
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Where sunlight struggles to pierce the tangled undergrowth of a long forgotten forest lived, Cinderella. A chipmunk who adored wild violets. One day, as she was contemplating why she would be named after a woman who lost a shoe, Cinderella encountered a rare treasure. A sparkle caught her eye and she briefly wondered if it was that glass slipper that she was just thinking about. There in a meadow, among her favorite patch of purple violets, stood a bunch that glimmered with iridescent white and purple. Overwhelmed by their strange beauty, Cinderella carefully gathered the special violets, by their roots and brought them back to her burrow.
Determined to preserve and cultivate these extraordinary violets, Cinderella lovingly cared for them over many seasons. She dedicated herself to ensuring that the rare violets continued to thrive and nurtured them with the same tenderness and devotion she had shown for all the violets she adored. As time passed, Cinderella’s efforts paid off, and the shimmering white and purple violets flourished under her care, as she spread their beauty throughout the meadows nearby her home.
As Cinderella aged, she realized the importance of passing on her knowledge and love for the violets to the next generation. She began to teach her grand-chipmunks the art of cultivating and appreciating the unique violets. It was a joy for Cinderella to see her grand-chipmunks eagerly embracing the legacy she had created, learning to care for the violets with the same reverence and enthusiasm she had shown throughout her life.
Cinderella’s grand-chipmunks became skilled in the art of cultivating the rare violets, and soon the entire chipmunk community was gifted with the shimmering white and purple violets that she had so dearly cherished. Cinderella’s legacy lived on through many generations, as the enchanting blooms continued to bring joy and wonder to the forest and meadows beyond, just as they had for Cinderella. Cinderella never found out why that poor girl lost her shoe but she certainly learned a lesson about enjoying her life, happily ever after.
This stunning gansai painting uses shimmering Japanese watercolor pigments to create a luxurious shimmer among the tiny spring flowers that Cinderella so lovingly cultivates.
This 8×10 painting resides in my home in Hardy County, WV.
Prints will be available, yet only the original will contain the beautiful shimmer as described. Use the contact form for inquiries about this painting or for commissions.
Jasper, a young cardinal, was known for his adventurous spirit. One crisp autumn day, his usual foraging grounds felt too familiar, so he ventured deeper into the unknown. The towering pines, once majestic, now loomed like silent giants, casting long, ominous shadows. The wind, once a playful whisper, now howled through the dense branches, disorienting him. Panic fluttered in Jasper’s chest. He was lost.
Days blurred into nights. Exhausted and famished, Jasper stumbled upon a clearing bathed in an ethereal glow. In its center stood a magnificent, crumbling cathedral. Its skeletal frame was adorned with vibrant stained glass windows, each depicting a scene from a forgotten fable. As Jasper fluttered closer, drawn by the warmth emanating from the window, a gust of wind swept him in.
He landed with a soft thud, not on the cold stone floor, but on a bed of fluffy clouds rendered in shimmering blue glass. He looked around, bewildered. He was inside the window, part of the scene it depicted! Below him, a valiant knight battled a fire-breathing dragon, their forms crafted from ruby red and emerald green glass.
Fear gave way to awe. Jasper hopped onto a branch, sculpted from amber glass, and cautiously explored his new world. He met other creatures trapped within the window, a wise old owl with eyes of golden glass, a mischievous squirrel crafted from amber, and a gentle deer with a coat of forest green glass. They welcomed him with stories of the cathedral’s forgotten glory and the magic that bound them to the glass.
Days turned into weeks. Jasper, though yearning for the freedom of the forest, found solace in his newfound companions and the beauty of their world. He learned about the stories they embodied, the lessons they taught, and the joy they brought to those who gazed upon the window. He realized that even in his confinement, he had a purpose, a story to share.
One day, a young boy, his eyes wide with wonder, stood before the window. He pointed at Jasper, his voice filled with excitement. “Look, Mama! A real cardinal!” In that moment, Jasper felt a warmth spread through the glass, a connection forged between him and the boy. He realized that even though he was trapped, he could still touch the world outside, his existence bringing a spark of wonder to another soul.
As the years passed, the cathedral crumbled further, yet the stained glass remained, a testament to the magic and stories it held. Jasper, the little cardinal who got lost, became a symbol of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of places, beauty and purpose can be found.
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The joy of a handwritten note transcends the digital age. It’s a tangible expression, a personal touch that lingers long after the email fades. And when that note is penned on a piece of exquisite art, the sentiment becomes truly extraordinary. Today, I’m thrilled to share a project that embodies this very essence: a series of custom notecards I created for a remarkable patron.
The special significance of these cards:
The original notecards were commissioned by Nature Enthusiast, Queen of Stream Restoration & Champion of Clean Water, Mindy Simmons. They feature both vibrant and shimmering Japanese Gansai watercolor pigments along with handmade watercolor appliqués, creating very special one-of-a-kind pieces of fine art. The back of each folded card has my name, website, and the title of each piece written in 4H graphite pencil, a technique to prevent forgery in the event I become the next Georgia O’Keeffe. (I say in-jest.. but who knows!)
The prints and printing process:
With Mindy’s permission, I offer prints of her original cards for sale! I use the website Zazzle because I like the high quality paper options that are eco friendly (Mindy will love this!) and printed in Reno, NV. While they cannot print the shimmering accents nor attach the 3d appliqués that Mindy’s original notecards posses, I believe that the deep, vibrant high quality inks that are used are top of the line. Plus, their customer service and return policy are the absolute best!
Each card is printed on Signature Felt White paper. It is just like the fine watercolor paper that I used to create the original commission: textured with an embossed woven finish. The special grain allows for the original watercolor texture to carry over to the printed cards. The velvety feel and brilliant white color creates an artsy backdrop for your special announcements and is preferred by fine watercolor artists across the globe.
Dimensions: 3.5″ L x 5″ H (portrait); 5″ L x 3.5″ H (landscape)
High quality, full-color, full-bleed printing on both sides.
16.6 pt thickness / 110 lb weight
Brilliant white finish with an embossed woven texture.
Eco-friendly; made using 100% wind powered electricity.
Made and printed in the USA
The back of each card is carefully finished with my name, my website and the title of the original piece. The minimalism on this side creates a space for a special note for a friend or a thoughtful reminder of the artist’s information. Purchase without envelopes for a keepsake to frame or gift.
If you love these cards but want to commission your own originals, contact me!
Introducing, Mindy’s Note Cards:
Mindy is Over the Moon Luna Moth:
I haven’t seen a Luna Moth since I was a child just over the mountain from Capon Bridge, WV. If I understand correctly, it takes a certain climate and habitat that have to be just right for them to survive and thrive. I tried to recreate that habitat at our mountain cabin, but I fear the wildfires will allay another attempt and letting the Luna Moth larvae grow in the leaves near my home.
Here’s how you can increase your chances of attracting them despite the setbacks:
Plant a Luna buffet: Sweetgum, birch, poplar, willow trees – these leafy delights are their favorites.
Shady sanctuary: Existing mature trees with a good canopy are perfect for adult Luna Moths.
Nighttime allure: Plant night-blooming flowers like moonflowers for a tasty moth treat.
Dim the lights: Luna Moths navigate by natural light, so minimize nighttime lighting around your cabin.
Toads are creatures that get a bad rap. These patient fellows will kindly wait for you to walk past them before carrying on their little way, without judgement or duress. We have a humongous toad that lives under our deck. He comes out at night and sits patiently as my toothless four-pound chihuahua pokes at him with her little foot goading him to move. The toad begrudgingly gives a slow hop every now and again, but it seems to be on his own terms. One can’t paint a patient toad without showing his disinterest to the entire world in his face, but what if this disinterested toad had a very lovely butterfly friend that happened to show all the personality that he would not. Put those two together and you’ve got endless smiles as one wonders who wins at the staring contest in this friendship.
The nuthatch was the first thing that Mindy mentioned when she asked me to paint her some notecards. She told me a few details about the funny creatures and I had a giggle because I had already observed them over a few years. A white breasted nuthatch was one of my first successful framed paintings! These little guys never fail to make me giggle.
A single bumble bee, its fuzzy black and yellow stripes a joyful melody against the vibrant purple canvas of a coneflower. This close-up view offers a whimsical peek into what I call “Mindy’s Garden,” a world where even the tiniest bloom receives her loving attention. It’s a tribute to Mindy’s nurturing spirit, a reminder that while flowers may come and go, her dedication to their care is a constant.
I love bluebirds. When Mindy allowed me to let my heart do what it pleased with these cards, I was in rapture. This pair seem to have found the perfect partner as they cuddle next to each other. Bluebirds haven’t just graced my easel for years, they’ve graced my life. Their captivating colors and endearingly sweet appearance are a constant source of inspiration. A nesting pair just outside my window allows for daily observation – a delightful dance of flitting wings and chirps as they tend to their home. The tables are often turned, though. As much as we enjoy watching them, these curious creatures seem equally fascinated by us, clinging to the window screen and peering in with an inquisitiveness that mirrors our own.
Countless stories exist in my mind about how these mice got into this predicament. Yet, the ending is clear, they all want to see that sunset, and the only way is to sit atop that mushroom that rises above the grass. Will chubby Pip be lifted up by his friends? How did the first two get up there in the first place? This sweet depiction of three mice, a mushroom, and a race against time ignites the imagination. One thing I’ve learned is that sunsets will fly by if you’re not ready to receive them.
Mindy’s four wrens is a sweet painting of four little wren eggs sitting in a little nest. They seem to be just waiting for their parents to come back and give them a little warmth. Wrens are another little bird with big personalities. I sometimes think that those little golf ball sized birds are the loudest in the forest. Particularly when they sit outside my open window at first light and chitter away like they own the place. It’s nice to see little wrens sit quietly for a moment, isn’t it?
Downy Woodpeckers share our feeder with local songbirds, mourning doves and chipmunks. They’re a beautiful asset to our birding community. Beyond their impressive clinging abilities, I love knowing these Downy Woodpeckers are beneficial to my backyard. They act like tiny tree doctors, drumming away at hidden insects that could harm my precious plants. It’s a win-win – a beautiful visitor enjoying a tasty treat, while keeping my trees healthy. Maybe I should put out a special “woodpecker feeder” next – a suet feeder mounted on a tree trunk, perhaps? Welcome to the neighborhood, little buddy!
Mindy mentioned that she loved my Indigo Bunting painting. She especially loved the way the vibrant sunset played off the bird’s blue plumage. Taking inspiration from her feedback, I wanted to recreate that sense of joyful contrast, but with a twist. This time, I envisioned the Indigo Bunting perched proudly on a branch, not in front of a fiery sunset, but bathed in the warm glow of butterfly weed blossoms. These native orange flowers, with their clusters of nectar-rich blooms, would attract the bird while adding a touch of local flair to the scene.
“Mindy and the Golden Nut… and that nut, and this nut.. and those nut over there and… Ah look! A nut!”
This little chipmunk named Mindy might be one of my favorite paintings of all time. Mindy is not only surrounded by acorns but her little cheeks are full of acorns, and her little arms are holding the glorious golden nut! What’s a Chipmunk like Mindy to do?
According to National Geographic Kids, a hardworking chipmunk can gather up to 165 acorns in a single day. This impressive number is thanks to their expandable cheek pouches that allow them to carry a surprising amount of food back to their nests. However, it’s important to note that chipmunks won’t necessarily eat all the acorns they collect. They may store some for later or even accidentally drop them while foraging so you can slip on them on your morning hikes through the forest… ehem…
I’m thrilled you enjoyed these little watercolor animals! I have to admit, it was a bit tough saying goodbye to them – each one has a special spark that brings a smile to my face. They’re filled with love, joy, and (of course!) some truly vibrant colors. I hope to write a little story about each one in the future!
If these miniature masterpieces caught your eye and you’d like some of your own, I’d be delighted to create some custom watercolor notecards for you! There are two ways to get started:
Leave a comment below. Let me know what kind of creatures or scenes you envision, and I can bring your ideas to life with a splash of watercolor.
Head over to my contact page: link to www.tobitokens.com/contact/ Here, you can fill out a quick form with your details and commission request.
And hey, if you happen to know me personally, feel free to give me a call directly!
Sitting down with my brush and paints, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I wanted to capture that feeling in this piece, a sense of serenity and peacefulness. I began with the nest itself, using loose brushstrokes of browns and greens to create a textured cradle for the new life about to begin. Each stroke felt deliberate, yet soft, building a foundation that was both secure and inviting.
Next, I turned my attention to the eggs. I wanted them to be the focal point of the piece, so I mixed, yellow ochre, raw umber and magenta. Using the tip of my brush, I carefully painted each egg, letting the gansai paint create subtle variations in tone. The tiny imperfections in each egg, the way the light seemed to dance on their surface, all added to the feeling of anticipation. I used a shadowy mix by adding Paynes grey to create deep shadows for the bottom part of the nest. I watered it down to create gentle shadows on the eggs themselves.
As I painted, I imagined the wren parents, flitting busily around the nest, gathering materials and preparing for their new arrivals. But I purposely left them out of the scene. The focus here was on the quiet miracle of new life, the promise held within those fragile shells.
Finally, I softened the edges of the piece, letting the background fade away. This helped to create a sense of intimacy and focus on the nest itself. I wanted the viewer to be drawn into the nest, and to feel the peacefulness of the moment with the vibrant colors surrounding it.
With the final brushstroke, I stepped back to admire my work. It was a simple scene, but it captured the essence of what I wanted to express: the serenity of nature and the wonder of new life.
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The sun dappled the forest floor in a mosaic of light and shadow as I meandered along the trail. The air vibrated with the rhythmic drone of cicadas, a constant hum in the symphony of the woods. But then, another sound caught my ear – a high-pitched, whistled call, repeated in quick succession. It was a chickadee!
I paused, my senses heightened. The chickadees’ calls seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I scanned the branches overhead, my eyes flitting from one twig to the next. Then, there they were – a tiny parliament of chickadees perched on a slender branch, their black and white plumage stark against the backdrop of emerald green leaves.
There were five of them, all seemingly engaged in an animated conversation. Their tiny heads bobbed as they chirped and whistled, their bright black eyes sparkling with life. One chickadee, plumper than the others, puffed out its chest and sang with particular fervor, its call echoing through the trees.
I stood there, mesmerized by their frenetic energy. They hopped from branch to branch, their tiny claws gripping the bark with surprising strength. They flitted and fluttered, their movements a blur of black and white against the verdant canvas.
As I continued my hike, the calls of the chickadees faded into the distance and I began plotting my next painting.
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You may purchase the original painting at Lost River Works in Wardensville, WV. If you are interested in a print of this painting please use the contact form below and we can work together on the perfect size and style of print that you wish. Please feel free to use the form below for commissions or gallery appearances. I will answer your request as soon as possible.
In this gansai painting, I tried to capture the quiet anticipation of a new life about to begin. Nestled amongst the delicate branches, a bird’s haven takes center stage. The foundation is a symphony of interwoven twigs, their browns a warm counterpoint to the muted greens of stray leaves. Loose brushstrokes dance across the surface, creating a texture that speaks of patient construction, each piece carefully chosen and meticulously placed.
Five eggs, a perfect bunch of varying shades of robin’s egg blue, rest serenely within the woven cradle. Their smooth, unblemished surfaces hint at the mysteries held within, the promise of tiny feathers and chirps just waiting to unfold. The gansai pigments shimmer softly, catching the light with a subtle vibrancy that sets them apart from the nest’s earthier tones.
There’s a sense of quietude in this piece. The lack of a parent bird creates a space for contemplation, allowing the viewer to imagine the flurry of activity that must have taken place before this moment of peaceful stillness. Perhaps the parent is nearby, gathering food or keeping watch from a hidden perch.
The entire scene is bathed in a soft light, creating a sense of intimacy and warmth. It makes me think of the simple wonders found in nature, the quiet miracle of new life nestled amongst the safe confines of a parent’s love.
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The original gansai painting will be sold at Lost River Works Gallery in Wardensville, WV. No prints have been made of this painting. I will make prints if the original sells.
Please feel free to use the form below for commissions or gallery appearances. I will answer your request as soon as possible.
Tobi Dannemiller 