Ode to a Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

Come out of your fairy bower,

Come upon the golden hour,

Come to us we beg you please,

Fairies dancing on the breeze

Karen Kiliminik

I first saw her work in Lula. Not sure what paint she uses. Oil or acrylic? My favourite is the Royal Red Riding Hood