Autumn Rozario Hall- Portfolio

Select Paintings and Mixed Media

"I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees.
~from Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver




	mixed media. Available	"If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky You can hide underneath me and come out at night When I turn jet black, And you show off your light. I live to let you shine" ~ Gregory and the Hawk These rare creatures are most likely glimpsed on nights where a full moon graces the sky. They absorb energy from the moon's light with the gems upon their foreheads. Little is known about Moon Owls, since like many faerie creatures they seem to have disappeared from the night sky.
	Truths are told among the thorns. The time has come for lasts year’s growth to bear the fruit of winter’s dreaming. Beckoning from the brambles, leading you from the path, a fractured flutter. A faerie promise. She whispers from the floricanes. I find it fittingly poignant that wild black raspberries only bear fruit on the canes that grew the previous year. The brambles that appear withered and dried, are in fact only sleeping. This is often true in our own lives when we find that moment after	The reflection upon dark river, where light kissed the water was full of longing. As if she could reach out her hand, reach through water and space and cradle that which called to her.
~The promise of starlight, following firefly flickers. Will we cross the bridge of dreams together? Inspired by old, enchanted forests.	Draconia Lepidoptera is one of the smallest surviving dragons. She is often mistaken for a butterfly because of her delicate iridescent wings. Draconia Lepidoptera are quite rare, as they require a large amount of nectar. Along with other pollinators, they too suffer from habitat loss. But plant a bed of spring blooms and native flowers and you may see the glint of scales and flash of wings that means your very own butterfly dragon has made its home in your garden.	A frequent visitor of gardens, and sunny meadows, Draconia Lepidoptera is one of the smallest surviving dragons. She is often mistaken for a butterfly because of her delicate wings. Draconia Lepidoptera are quite rare, as they require a large amount of nectar. Along with other pollinators, they too suffer from habitat loss. But plant a bed of spring blooms and native flowers and you may see the glint of scales and flash of wings that means your very own butterfly dragon is in your garden.

Star Collector	Breath	The Possibility of Fireflies
The Faerie Hill	The Dreaming Tree	Seelie Song ~Let not yourself be an instrument played by many greedy hands. This painting is inspired by my thoughts on faerie music. Those wild compelling melodies that require you to dance, to grow, to change in maybe strange ways. Many folktales tell of the enchanting beauty of faerie song, and the dangers. This painting was done on a cradle wood panel. I really love how you can see the wood grain. Media used includes: collaged book pages, acrylic paint, tissue paper, and snake skin. 14"x18"
While Innocence Slept ~Harboring spring, withing in a heart buried deep. Acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 11"x14" Available through penumbra gallery	Innocence and the Forest Beast Sweet moments, how they pass like summer's sighing.11"x14" acrylic over book pages on canvas.	Her Midnight ~Flush, Flutter, Sigh..... A 6"x8" acrylic painting on stonehenge paper.
Stepping Sideways This moment in the woods, I walk as though enchanted. Lead by forest murmurs, and tiny prodding hands, I lose the path behind me. For calling just beyond, an ash tree's heart is beating, and silver leaves are growing, and what I thought were fireflies is dancing fairy light. Acrylic on paper. Available	A Shiver in the Roots She is daughter, she is mother, she is earth seeking tendrils of root and vine. She is waking, she is growing she is flower, forest, and bitter wine. Earth is quaking, thoughts are shaking loose. Now there's a shiver in these roots of mine. Inspired by women who dare to dream and grow. Available.	Be the Soil to the Seed 8"x10" acrylic on Stonehenge paper. Available
Rising like Hope	Cicada Song	The Dusters
The Dusters' Gift