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My beloved monster:My cover of Panna a Netvor music and a revision of the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale
Article updated 2014
Above: illustration of Beauty and the Beast by Arthur Rackham
One of my favorite fairy tales is Beauty and the Beast. I think I have watched every version made for cinema. Of course when you think about the Beauty in the Beast on the screen most people will go wether to the highly poetic and brilliant French version by Cocteau (1947) or the most recent and correct Disney animated one from the nineties. These are the most known versions and both are all right but the maiden falling in love with the good-hearted monster (drinking from the French version of the fairytale by J.M. Beaumont though we may not forget there is a previous version written by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve,) has echoed in many versions. I highlight for example a russian animated version "The Scarlet Flower" (1952) which realist animation and color makes us think of Dulac´s vibrant illustrations.
There are also versions that are so forgettable like the Canon and Faerie Tale Theatre versions in the eighties, the second being a copy of Cocteau´s almost frame by frame and only saved by lovely and young Susan Sarandon. Some modern tv series have also revisited the myth, being the best (I think) the one in the eighties with Ron Perlman as Vincent. Though departuring from the classic fairytale I like the fact Beauty falls in love with the "monster" which I find strangely handsome as beast itself as as it's tradition since Cocteau´s version is portrayed as a "lion-like" creature. But sometimes it is shown as a different creature, for example as a boar in the 1976 version.
Above: Cocteau´s Beauty and The Beast (1947) almost perfect version? Aesthetically it is so but fails inthe final transformation under my point of view.
Most of them have a major flaw, the anti-climatic transformation, in most of them you end up thinking, why didn't you stay as a beast? Even in Cocteau´s the beast transform into an effeminated version of the antagonist. George C, Scott (1976) was well acted and faithful to the take, but his and Klaus Kinsky (1984,tv) were even uglier as princess than as monsters... My romantic self claims.... no way! stay as a monster, please! Ron Perlman (tv) demonstrated with his Beast he could make a believable romantic hero without transformation involved. This series were remade recently for TV but beast lost all his beastly factor and I gave up after first episode I confess.
Above: Ron Perlman as Vincent in Beauty and the Beast TV series (skip the recent re-make, it is not really a remake at all)
Above: The scarlet flower (russian animated version 1952) This "russian folk" version of the tale was also remade in 1977 as a live action movie that cannot surpass the previous animated version and had an irregular production.
Above: Disney's 1991 animated version, collecting shards of so many versions provided a really lovely approach, and the final transformation was satisfying enough. Still as Disney's some points were a bit blind but well it is a children´s version after all.
I particularly some of the variations that are also inspired by the greek myth of Eros and Psyche. This is the case of the Norwegian re-tale "East of the Sun and West of the Moon" written by a Jørgen Engebretsen Moe where the Beast is portrayed as a Polar Bear, and just like in the Eros and Psyche myth the wife is banned from watching her husband and is punished when she does so. The tale was brought to life in the movie "The Polar Bear King" (1991), an ok fantasy movie that is worth a watch, but it has its many flaws too.
Below: Dulac´s illustration for East of the Sun and West of the Moon and The Polar Bear King movie adaptation.
Same happens with "Hans, my hedgehog", one of the chapters from the amazing TV series The Storyteller by Jim Henson. In this chapter rather than a version of the Grimm version we see many of the elements portrayed in East of the Sun and West of the Moon, the heroine betrays her husband confidence burning the hedgehog skin and then he vanishes and she goes on a search to find him. One lovely Beauty and the Beast little treasure in my opinion. Maybe my second favorite.
Numerous other versions have been released, some based in one of the zillion versions and retellings like Beastly (based in Beauty and the Beast spinoff novel written by Alex Flinn and set up in modern New York). In the movie version, not being faithful to the novel, they turned the Beast into an emo-bald tatooed not-so-ugly guy and I found it not convincint at all. Still for lovers of the tale, here you have a modern spin of. Just too teenager-sweet for me!
In 2014 there has been a new version of the classic tale released La Belle et la Bete, which is not a remake of the Cocteau classic version but a re-tale of the story directed by Christophe Gans and starring Vincent Casell and Léa Seydoux, though quite memorable it doesn't peak the romantic and decadent energy of Panna a Netvor though it is a beautiful and rather faithful rendition to the tale and I enjoyed very much the new approach to The Prince origins. A couple of moments of chemistry but not really such a romantic build up as we see in Panna a Netvor either. Overall beautiful but something was missing.
During the last years some "Beauty and the Beast" television specials have been released, one German and one Italian version. Belle was really sweet in the german version though the production obviously suffered of a slow budget and the make-up of the Beast and servants was really laughable. I may add though that It was curious to see a Beast trying to impose himself on Bella and the first hints of attraction still in his monster-form. My two cents for this.
Beauty and the Beast (germany, 2013)
Recently an Italian/Spanish co-production, made for tv two chapter version of Beauty and the Beast was released. Featuring prince "Leon" and "Belle", there is no monster (except for a subtle scar) but a transformation of the soul. Overall it was really romantic though an always mixture of Phantom of the Opera, Jane Eyre and Beauty and the Beast itself. Despite not having the best of productions, it stood even if only for the chemistry among the lead actors. If curious I was able to find a subtitled version in youtube.
A new version of the tale is being made by Disney that want to retell the story in a live-action movie as it did with Cincerella and Maleficent. Of course curious about the result, though it is difficult they surpass their own animated version.
So why I have picked PANNA a NETVOR to make a cover of the soundtrack and tribute Beauty and the Beast video?
Panna a Netvor (1978)
Panna a Netvor (literally "The maiden and the Monster" (1978) is a Czech movie directed by Juraj Herz is really a captivating approach, different from all the others made and definitely stands as different from the Cocteau´s referece. Instead of polished, this version is gloomy, eerie, almost spectral and very sensual. Definitely not a children version and full of uneasy camera angles that sometimes put you into the eyes of the Beast which is the undeniable lead.
It´s very rare to find though I have found it full in youtube and even other fans of the movie covering this lovely theme and other online platforms if you want to have a look. I say it's worth you get the original, It's really a rare yet haunting version of this tale.
As in almost eavery BATB re-tale some elements are still there, Beauty is the daughter of a merchant, she asks for a rose... As in East of the Sun (and Eros and Psyche) Beauty is forbidden of watching his captor mixing then two of my favorite tales <3 and thus she genuinely falls in love with the monster ignoring he is so, and while doing this Netvor (the Monster, portrayed beautifully by coreographer Vlastimil Harapes) starts his transformation back into his human form, something that we think he might even have forgotten he once was. We see a "monster" not a gentle tamed lion, with the face of a crow and a tattered cloak with burst of animal predator instinct, and despite not having FX, make up, performance and movement makes it all strikingly poetic. And for once we have a rather good looking human alternative to the monster. Overall I think it's the most romantic version of this fairytale ever made with some genuine romantic tension and despite having a slow movie opening and some bizarre scenes that I dislike and don't justify in the movie (including some village life butchering a pig, ewwwww which you must understand in the context of villagers being also "animals" and in fact greedy little monsters themselves and another one with a little deer that wasn't damaged but pretty much scared in the film making) then it happens to become one of the most romantic movies ever made.It happened to be a version I accidentally watched when I was really young and impressed me deeply (despite some of this points that I find hard to approve) the rest of the movie dwells in such in depth beauty that it stayed with me for a long time in my memory, to the point that I still remembered the main music motif which now I have covered myself as a little tribute to this very unknown movie. The castle environment is oppressive and almost rotten. Being a fan of fantasy and romance (in an era where paranormal romance is in fashion but doesn't seem to grab it "right") here is my little version of "Motiv Panny" written by Petr Hapka. One of the most unknown and underrated but strikingly beautiful soundtracks ever, that kind of melodies that stays in your head for over a couple of decades till I could re-watch this movie again. Of course it has its odd moments but overall it shows really thrilling.
So here it is, my own version of MOTIV PANNY (PANNA A NETVOR) I hope you like it and that you made a little discovery.
Priscilla Hernandez (me :) ) piano, voice, winds. I also mingled myself with a chandelier in the video some of the images are me, Armen and Sveta playing as well as the scenes from the movie I like most)
Armen Vartanyan: violin
Svetlana Tovstukha: Cello
Leave your comments about my cover in the forum
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Below some useful links if you want to research more:
East of the Sun and West of the Moon Old Tales from the North (book)
Beauty and the Beast (1947)
Beauty and the Beast (Disney, 1995)
Beauty and the Beast (2014)
Jim Henson's The Storyteller ~ The Complete Collection
The Polar Bear King (1991)
The Origins of Christmas trees and Xmas Worship + a Sad Fairy Christmas Fairytale
As I told in my previous post some of the posts I will share in December are going to have a very Christmas or Yuletide (Winter) vibe. I am myself a December child as I was born mid December, so for me it's a very special time of the year, a time of new resolutions.
I write this article to draft a glimpse of the background story behind this tradition of using "Evergreen" during the closing of the year, Winter or Yule. But also I take the chance to say how sad is that millions of trees are chopped just for the sake of this tradition. If you must use a real tree, please consider to buy it in a pot instead of chopped off, even deprived of light it might make it if you plant it again after the festivities are over.
There are always ways to do things with balance.
I understand that for some people this is a very important tradition and I respect... I only call for moderation... There will be always be debate as Faux plastic trees are a poor alternative and also rise another kind of environmental concern... so as I say there are pros and cons... still sharing just my personal approach and then moving on to the origins. I'm also aware of the jobs that it provides in rural areas but there is something very sad in a "clone forest" perfectly programmed to be consumed, used and thrown away.
As for me, trees belong to the woods (not farms), growing and living
That is why I always take a fallen branch from the forest floor or use a tiny faux tree as ornament. Most of live Christmas trees that are sold as objects have grown for over a decade just to be used and neglected after a handful of days. I also cover one particular sad XIX century fairytale "The Fir Tree" by Danish author Hans Christian Andersen (who wrote also The Little Mermaid) which actually contemplated this very thought almost two centuries ago and that broke my heart at a very tender age. I include a synopsis and a link to a full read of the tale (now public domain) at the end of the article. I want to say that this is my personal opinion, and I'm not trying to preach anything to the ones following this tradition but always a call to moderation, because as usual things are getting environmentally out of hand (even Amazon will sell live trees this year) and vast surfaces in protected rainforests being replaced by Christmas tree farms, which is just sad. It could be argued that fake trees in fact (most of them ) are made of plastic which are even worse for the environment... but still we can be recycle it many years or be creative and use other materials like paper or fallen foraged materials from the woods. Growing 10 years just to be adorned and then cut down or burnt after a few days is sad. There are some that can be replanted and come in pots, but people usually want the bigger more sumptuous one. More than 30 million trees are cut down and sold in USA alone each year. Oh but they plant trees right... yes but that land takes away from wild forests land with higher diversity... so yes, there are pros and cons. and again this is just my opinion and is not intended to generate debate, keep on reading because this article is not only about my personal opinion but about the origins, stories and curiosities behind this tradition.
The Origins of Christmas Trees
The origins of of Christmas trees date to pre-Christian era, for thousands of years evergreen plants (mistletoe, holly) and trees (pine, spruce, fir) has been used during winter as "promise" of the life to come after the bleak winter, and thus keeping evergreen plants (including holly and mistletoe) is meant to brighten our spirits during the stark bare winter. They are symbols too of everlasting life.
Boughs of evergreen would adorn the doors of houses to keep away evil spirits.
It was considered in many cultures that the Sun God was weaker or ill during Winter. Egyptians would use evergreen palm rushes. Old Vikings also provided special powers to evergreen plants for the same reason so did the Druids of Ancient Celts.
Evergreen plants were used by Romans in Saturnalia Festivals (17th -23rd of December), and also by countries in the far North of Europe who used Evergreen as a token of "hope" during the bleak Yule and usually included December and January. Nowadays Yule starts 21st of December (Winter's Solstice) and last for 12 days... those are the 12 days of Christmas. There is no real evidence of Jesus being born the 25th of December though it felt sensible to adapt the already existing "Pagan Winter Feast" as after the Solstice days become longer and they could relate it with the light of God entering the World. But just to say date was picked as convenient and not as accurate
Christians later changed this meaning of "evergreen" to represent the everlasting love of god. And thus Yuletide became Christmastide.
Impressions of Yuletide season, the green and reds, and holy another evergreen used in Chirstmas that also date back to pre-Christian traditions.
First Christmas Trees as we know them were originated in Lavonia (now Latvia and Estonia) and placed in the Square for everyone to enjoy. First indoor trees are usually placed in Germany.
Later on Martin Luther , 16th-century Protestant reformer Luther was credited for starting to decorate the trees with "candles" to resemble the trees against the starry sky. This was the origin of the Christmas Tree lights (despite a very dangerous practise that was finally replaced by safer electric lights in the XX century). If you are a traditionalist and still use real candles on your tree, never leave them unattended... custom was responsible of a great deal of unintended casualties though no electric light can replace the warm vibe of those vintage Christmas Trees that our ancestors remember.
The origin of tinsel and the story of the Christmas Spider
As for the famous tinsel , the word means spark and before being made of plastic it was extruded from real silver hammered into a thin foil and then cut into strips.
It is believed that the idea of tinsel came from the sparkling frosted cobwebs. And thus in many European countries spiders are considered good luck and are related with Christmas this way. There is even an Ukrainian folk tale about the "Spider of Christmas Cobweb" that tells the story of a very poor family that found their bare Christmas tree all adorned by iridescent cobweb woven by the spiders during the night and how they never felt poor again grateful for the gifts life had provided them. That is why some ornaments are shaped as cobwebs, especially in Ukraine where the legend is originated. I will talk more about this in another post as I have a collection of frosted cobwebs I've made myself, but meanwhile it's not difficult to imagine how tinsel was inspired by it.
Frosted cobweb on fir tree around my neihbourhood some winters ago
Oh Christmas Tree: The Christmas Carol
"O Tannenbaum" (literally "The Fir Tree") is a german traditional folk son which origin can be tracked back to the XVI century though was provided the modern lyrics by Ernst Anschütz in 1824. The song that now we know as "Oh Christmas Tree" was not related with Christmas but to the evergreen quality of the fir tree to represent the faithfulness in love. And thus "true" was replaced by "green" in the English translation as it became a Christmas song. There are many English variants. But I'll include here an excerpt of the original.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
wie treu sind deine Blätter!
Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
Nein auch im Winter, wenn es schneit.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
wie treu sind deine Blätter!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How steadfast are your branches!
Your boughs are green in summer’s clime
And through the snows of wintertime.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How steadfast are your branches!
Hans Christian Andersen tale: The fir Tree (very sad fairytale, very real though)
Above an illustration of The Fir Tree in one of the Andersen compilations I own
For me one of the saddest and more pessimist fairy tales that Danish author Hand Christian Andersen ever wrote and one that as a child (as Andersen was the first book I ever owned) made me opt for a faux tree or just a fallen branch token. Childhood trauma about Christmas trees... ;-) But still a must-read.
The tale is about a fir tree anxiously looking to grow up, aspiring to grow tall, and it is told as if the tree has a will and awareness. And as sparrows chant of trees in warm rooms with decorations and being worshipped, the tree longs to be cut... until one day it happens and feels the delight of being admired with all the decorations then to be abandoned in a dark room.
That night many people gathered in the room around the little fir tree. They sang and told stories. They placed gifts at his feet. And the fir tree, trembling with joy, listened to the stories they told.
"I wonder what will happen tomorrow?" he thought. He longed for the next day to come.
The people returned the next day. This time they removed the popcorn and the candles and the dolls and the angels from the little fir tree's limbs. Then they lifted him up in the air and carried him up a flight of steps, into a dark, airless room.
And there in the attic is left forsaken, withered in the darkness until one day it's taken outside, and the fresh air reminds it of the forest, but then it's chopped and burnt...
Did I mention this was a traumatic fairy tale for me as a child? This was likely the origin of my conviction. LOL You are warned... if you are curious it's just a short read and as it's Public Domain it's available at Project Gutenberg Online Library at this link:
My Christmas Decorations
So here a snippet of my usual Christmas Decorations that will go up of course with Fufunchis. It's just a small faux tree, something symbolic and humble.
Fufunchis have already decorated their Christmas tree
The Power of Christmas / Yule Spirit transcends our beliefs
I confess I'm not religious but spiritual, and also I'm not pagan but I celebrate Yule, The Closing of the Year. For me it represents the Wheel of the Year coming to an end, also Winter's solstice is the shortest day, but also the day light starts to return, days will become longer as Winter reigns... such contradiction and quandary... that the "dark season" is precisely the bringer of light.
And wether you are religious or not, whatever your beliefs are, this is a season to reconsider what we've done during the year, to build new resolutions and determinations... The year closes and it's always a time to think thoroughly of what it has yielded... To start afresh with new dreams and resolutions, to fix whatever we did wrong... It's a time of new hopes and new chances... As weather turns cold outside and we spend more time indoors it is a time to organize, to enjoy our family and friends along with a hot mug of chocolate. It provides a reason to gather, to go home, to hug our beloved, to be giving...
So if you ask me if I believe in Christmas Spirit, as an excuse to bring us together and remember the power of kindness, yes I believe in its power.
I wrote in my own song Grow
As seasons flow,
once more it all
turns bare and cold
but save green in your heart
And that's all the green I need in Winter
So let me think of Christmas trees like this
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All pictures taken by me or in collaboration with Héctor Corcín.
PD. My collar is faux fur. I don't wear real fur.
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
Shchedryk (Carol of the Bells) my version and origins of this Yule Song
Watch video below, mp3 available for FREE at my PATREON
The music of this famous Christmas carol as we know it today was first published in 1916 by Ukrainian composer, teacher and choral conductor Leontovych and was heavily inspired in pre-Christian folk chants and much older arrangements. The original song, known as Schchedryk sings about a bird foretelling wealth after Winter. And it had nothing to do with bells ;-) The song was later adapted into English as most know it.
My version is lyricless and just instrumental with choir because as I felt unsure to pronounce the original Ukrainian and most common English translation is not yet in Public Domain. Thus my version has no words. Vocals start on the second half doing choirs. I did all the instrumentation and voices in one afternoon barely a few days before Christmas a few years ago as I have been doing a short Christmas special for the last four years (plotting what I'll do for this one, but will be sharing the ones released so far during December)
Credits in this version: Arrangements by Priscilla Hernandez as well as piano, vocals, chalumeau, flute, chimes, bells, mixing and mastering. Short and sweet it barely lasts one minute.
This is a song I associate with winter, Yuletide (the closing of the year) season and first snow and thus we chose snowflakes to dance along with the music. You can listen to it with an animated video of snowflakes falling and pulsing in synch with the music that @hedac made for me:
Carol of the Bells comes from the Ukranian Shchedryk which is inspired also in older traditional folk songs
The original version"Shchedryk" (means "Bountiful Evening" in Ukranian) released in 1916 and is also known as "The little Swallow". Original song, despite being a Yule (end of the year) song, had nothing to do with the later Christmassy lyrics about Bells. . It was composed by Mykola Leontovych (1877-1921) who was a renown teacer and conductor of A cappella Choral Music and besides his own original interpreations specialized in arranging already existing folk Ukrainian music too (the signature motif of four-note melody over a minor third of the chant is typical in many of his compositions). This early version that was my inspiration tells a story of a swallow flying into a household to sing of wealth and riches the following Spring would provide.
What about the bells?
"Shchedryk" was later adapted as an English Christmas carol "Carol of the Bells" (because he thought the motif sounded like bells) by Peter J. Wilhousky following a performance of the original song by Alexander Koshetz's Ukrainian National Chorus at Carnegie Hall on October 5, 1921 (copyrighted by him in the thirties) and it became since associated with Christmas. My version is instrumental though and inspired by the earlier works original music by Leontovych (1916) that was heavily inspired by already existing folk chants he loved to arrange and adapt.
I do a Christmas special every year and open to recommendations for this one: Recommend your favourite Christimas/Yuletide Music
For the last few years I have been doing Xmas specials, they're always short and sweet, barely over a minute. Sometimes a traditional Christmas song and sometimes original ones or covers from Xmas movies. This was the first one I made, and this year will be the fourth Xmas special. All 3 Xmas specials done so far : Carol of the Bells (Traditional), Winter Night (Original) and "The Closing of the Year" will be shared during December and I will also share remastered mp3 for my patrons at patreon.com/yidneth.
Meanwhile as I have yet to do this year special... open for your recommendations...
Which are your favourite Yuletide/Christmas season songs?
I prefer old traditional / Public domain ones for obvious reasons... but still open to listen to all your recommendations :)
Stay tuned as I will be sharing some Christmas related songs and posts during December (I am a December Child after all)
All pictures of myself taken last winter and wearing a custom-made snowflake pendant courtesy of
Hirvi and family: befriending a family of Deer
Above:Are you happy to see me? My "deer" friends: Hirvi's daughter all grown up into a beautiful doe. Proud dad behind her just a few days ago.
Still not over the Steemfest flu but after two weeks of coughing and feeling unwell I knew what I needed to recover was to connect back with Nature, hug a tree, smell the damp forest floor. So I have been going out these last few days, but I'll keep some of the hikes for another post. Grounding in Nature is the best way to heal it, I swear, I felt it clearing my lungs. Yesterday we also hiked and enjoyed the beauty of this moody Autumn season.
So, for the above reason, some days ago me and Héctor (who seems recovered from the bug) and I went to feed my "deer" friend Hirvi and his family, that we have been befriending for the last year and a half. They all came running to us like puppies as soon as we stirred close their living area. They already know we often come visit with treats. The baby fawn is now all grown up into a beautiful young doe and ate bread for the first time. I swear she was smiling all the time enjoying the new flavours, and so excited about it. Mum doe ate lots of carrots. Proud stag looks like a crowned king with the antlers fully grown, a true Guardian of the Forest
He is the only one that still keeps a distance to us, but each time he gets nearer and already enjoy apples and carrots. I am still with bronchitis (SF3 flu gone bad) but feeding the animals and walking in the little pine woods did me well. They are tame but still wild. Same with the sparrows I feed every morning.
Why Hirvi?
I usually name all my pets and animal friends with Finn names, still apparently as a friend from Finland told me I may have called him "moose" instead of deer XD, but after two years he's keeping the name even if not accurate ;-)
Last Spring the family had this new baby, few months ago it was still drinking milk and was sporting the cute fawn spots like in this picture:
Cute baby fawn
It's incredible how big it looks now, and just like her mother, sister and father knows us... she's learning to trust. She was literally smiling while eating bread (first picture in this post). For me it's a healing experience. I truly believe in empathy. I love to feel she knows she is safe with me.
Fawn has become a beautiful young doe
Empathy: the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. No words needed
My deer friend: Majestic Hirvi
Hirvi is a deer we befriended a couple of years ago. He is featured in one of my music videos, "Grow". At the beginning he kept the distance but as time has gone on and our visits with carrots and treats became often, we gained his trust. Last year he had a baby doe and last Spring a new fawn was born too. Some days ago we visited to find out this little baby girl all grown up and ready to conquer our hearts with those big brown doe eyes of her. Now the family is comprised of four: Hirvi and the mum of the two young does.
Above: One of the scenes featured in my videoclip Grow where "Hirvi" appears.
Click here to go to the post where I shared that music video
Above: My song and videoclip "GROW". Hirvi appears at 1:51 Filming another video where he will be more prominently
I am vegetarian and very much against hunting (please, I appreciate no discussions about that in comments, that's not the purpose of this post), I've grown to love these this particular family and relieved they live in a protected area with a reasonably sized pine grove to roam free, but I know it also becomes harsh for them during winter up there so we will make our visits more often. I am very proud to know they have had cameos on my music videos too. I will be returning to visit them and I feel fortunate to be able to get really close. I'm in fact writing a song about "wilderness and innocence" inspired by them. I am also cleaning my desktop to start painting again... and I'm very inspired to do a drawing of them. That way they will be part of my own magic world in a way.
Looking into your eyes
Moments like this are magic... to see ourselves reflected in these eyes full of bewildered wonder. To be witness so closely of their feelings and emotions is a gift. Can you see me and @hedac in them?
And this other photography with them looking into the woods
And thus sometimes we keep company until sun sets
All pictures in this post by me and Héctor Corcín
Note: fun fact... the little grove where they live is full of sculptures carved in wood... and there is now one that looks exactly like me hahha :) They keep on adding new ones but I wonder... as I usually go there sometimes even dressed in my fairy garments... LOL
Still... a bit of a resemblance right?
And here some pictures of me taken some months ago during a visit to my "deer" friends in deer garments myself in the pine woods they live in... I'm part of the family now too, you know :)
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
Haunted: New Official Videoclip and Locations / Photoshoot
MP3 of this new version free for patrons at http://patreon.com/yidneth
You know that there are places you’d better not roam alone in. You can feel that weird sensation that alerts you. What if the ghost in a haunted place is the place itself? Cross the fence and enter into the desolate feelings of an abandoned house. Places are not haunted by ghosts but by desolation.
I have not been much around these last few weeks because I was working on this music video. It took a lot of work and I battled with my old computer, but finally it is here, and right for Samhain/Halloween, though It stays as an official video for my original song Haunted remixed with new cello, vocals, and instruments and with a video filmed throughout this year.
Haunted is in fact one of my favourite songs of mine, but with its weird chord progressions and dark tone it was never one of my popular ones... still it's often on my performing set lists because It is one of the poems I'm more proud of and the whole theme works as a metaphor of desolation and abandonment. It's the house itself singing, not a ghost. Yidneth the female character of my story that usually appears in the different CDs sometimes dreams she is a ghost... and she wanders surrounded by moths... She is sometimes afraid to fall sleep and become a ghost.
The vocals have several layers, one is my pure voice untreated, the other two me singing with vocal fry as a creaking door and another layer whispering, so it feels I'm dubbing over the abode's voice.
The House would work itself as a big "Underliving" something living but not alive. This term and concept gave name to my second album theunderliving.com and keeps on being recurrent throughout my entire works.
This is a new videoclip for my song Haunted, the original version was released in Ancient Shadows (2006) but this is a new video and version was recorded this year (2018) and features a longer cello line and many more backing vocals as well as a a new videoclip filmed on an abandoned Palace on top of a Hill, an abandoned village and other locations. I premier it as fitting for Samhain as the veil is thin but remains as an official music video for the song. This new version slightly different than the one that was officially published will be listed free for patrons at patreon.com/yidneth and also here on Dsound in forthcoming for my Steemit followers. Here so far the music video.
Haunted (Lyrics / Poem)
My crumbling walls groan and complain
the ivory gleam is now turned to grey
no steps on my dusty floors
No one sleeps in the musty bed
I feel alone and desolate
Deprived of the splendour of the elder days
my baleful halls... an ode to decay
the piano still plays itself
that off-key melody
that makes the shadows dance and boil
in that frantic ball
Shelter of the nameless gods and ghostly shades
the wild moan of wind warns I shall not be dwelt in…
…in the starless... dismal nights...
... I am... haunted
The garden grows wild
the ivy crawled and hid all the gates
and pallid blooms of rancid scent
took place when roses withered away
The abyss of nightmare lurks in each hole
and things unseen behind every door
but I cannot help but miss
the laughter of children
oh come again... cross the fence... to play with me
(Hide and seek)
All the yearning sins and secrets I may keep
still invoke and build that hideous fantasy
ah everyone knows... I am... haunted
And centuries run...
this rotten core will never fall down
laid my foundations deep in the ground
Defiant and silent I shall await....
while everyone says...
I am... haunted
Locations: Aizkolegi Palace, Tiermas and Ordesa
Aizkolegi Palace stands on top of a hill, 842 meters high surrounded by lush and dark woods with gnarled trees. It was built over a century ago by Pedro Ciga, last owner of "El Señorío de Bertiz", the natural Park where it stands now abandoned.
It was built as a second house uphill with amazing views of the surrounding valleys covered in beechwoods. On a clear day you are able to see the sea afar. Pedro installed a telescope on it to "observe and admire the wonders of Nature" but now it's closed and in ruins.
In his testament it was told it had to be preserved "its way" yet now inhabited, the windows and doors have been closed with planks and only some open windows upstairs offer an uneasy ominous black glimpse of its core. I wonder what's inside but I can only imagine it. There are several signals that warns of the dangers as the abode has been left to the elements and slowly breaking apart for a long time. Yet still stands, decaying and haunted by its own solitude. Thus it was perfect to portray my little story. The song had already been released on my first album Ancient Shadows, but being one of my favourites I couldn't help but film a new video and re-record voices, choirs and more instruments in this brand new updated version. The music video was filmed earlier this year before Spring opened its new leaves.
The house must be indeed HAUNTED because we got lost on our way downhill for several miles, had to go uphill again back to it to find our way through the dark woods... very ominous
Additional sequences were filmed a month ago in Tiermas Village, an abandoned town in Tiermas. The scenes at the waterfalls belong to the the Natural Park of Ordesa, the waterfall "Las Gradas" resembles somehow a construction, and the flow of water somehow represents the flow of time.
Of course yet again my obsession for moths... I never miss the chance to film one when the visit me...
And its obsession for a flame... like a ghost to the living... like an empty house for inhabitants
And thus there are moths in this video as there are usually in my drawings and the imagery since Ancient Shadows (my first album) where this song was first included in an older version. Moths and the ghost will reappear again in my third and forthcoming album Fear no More and I took the chance to re-made Haunted to rescue many of the elements that will be recurrent.
Credits
Music and lyrics by Priscilla Hernandez @yidneth
All arrangements, piano, synth, lead and backing vocals by Priscilla Hernandez @yidneth
Cello by Francina Turon and Biel Fiol
Video edit by Priscilla Hernandez
Camera work by @hedac
Special thanks to my friend Naliam who filmed an additional footage of me in Tiermas.
The piano plays itself that off key melody that makes the shadows dance and boil in a franctic ball
Suspended: A moody Autumn story illustrated with photographies....
A little freewrite moody poem and a leaf that caught my eye last weekend. So I go on with my slightly darker tone this October. I have been collecting some leaves and saving them in books. I do this every Autumn, but somehow the words rushed into my mind and I had to share them. Poem and photos by myself. It is not really a song but I'm kind of thinking of recording a spoken word version along with a melancholic music instrumental piece... what do you think?
Suspended
I am suspended
I refuse to fall
I refuse to glide down to be scattered among many
I refuse to be left to frostbite and dampness
I refuse to decay under a bare naked tree
I am suspended against logic
Held by invisible forces
By simple yet powerful magic...
A gust of wind
A thread of cobweb
Safety lines
That also tie me to their capricious will
Because you should know
There is a price I pay...
NOT to fall
I am suspended
Almost motionless for a second
and then I begin my journey
Swirling up and down
Avoiding fate until being found
Or maybe someone will treasure me
And press me inside an old book
before I dry and wrinkle
Just a perfect fallen leaf,
Preserved but fragile
And suspended in time too
Like a memory of light
An echo of bright green days
Gone long ago
Stuck in these pages
Waiting for you to read my story
And trees will grow new leaves
But they wont be me
So I hope you like it... sometimes there is an overwhelming beauty in simple things... some kind of comforting sadness.
I am preparing a special "haunting" post and it's taking me a long time to make... I've not been that much around but I am working in something special. Stay tuned.
All photos / words © Priscilla Hernandez
Suspended leaf GIF by Hector Corcin Thank you !
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
Come Little Children (Hocus Pocus OST) Making of + hiking / locations and more...!
The Witch in the Woods
Halloween is drawing near and the veil is getting thin...
Every year I do a Halloween special and this was last year's Hocus Pocus but I am resharing it now along with the photoshoot, making of and locations
so get ready for some eerie entries this October... :). Video was done last Fall, but many of the pictures have been recently edited and are shared now for the first time. Sharing here a special creepy little music video I made for Halloween last year as I am preparing a new seasonal special for this one. In the mood for something slightly eerie? This post also includes photo shoot, filming locations, and lots of pictures!
Are you in Halloween mood quite yet? Do you usually celebrate it?
Are you plotting your costume already?
There will be some "Special Spectral entries" as Autumn is here now in its full glory with its mysterious mists and fallen leaves.
Press play to listen / watch the video featuring several locations in Spain and France.
Who remembers this movie?
Hocus Pocus is a fantasy seasonal Halloween movie that was released in 1993 by Disney. Featuring a trio of Witches (The Sanderson Sisters) the movie is lighthearted and fun entertainment, but there was an eerie haunting moment, darker than the rest of the film by its tone and meaning, that stayed with me longer, and that was the moment Sarah, the blonde haired witch (how appropiate) uses her power, her sweet voice with which she is able to lure unfortunate children into her lair... just like a Siren.
So as a collector of movie scores, my main and major influence in my own music, I have been picking some "classics" from my childhood and giving them a spin within my own style. And thus here I'm sharing my own version of the soundtrack.
So do you remember this movie?
It was indeed a commercial and critical flop back in the day but slowly it became a cult classic. Apparently there is a sequel about to be released too after so many years. I remember it with fondness though and some scenes like Sarah singing this song are quite vivid in my mind... It is now a seasonal classic of my generation, so well drop also your impressions if you remember or have watched it. If not, this is the perfect month to have a look at it!
I put a spell on you and now you're mine
But this post is more than about the song but also the hikes and behind the scenes of this little creepy video I made as Halloween special. (Preparing another surprise for this one) as we get into the mood for the forthcoming All Hallows Eve. Despite being blonde myself and having a "similar garment" than the character that sings it I did not pretend to cosplay the character but tell a different kind of story (darker in mood) than the original take... I am curious about your own interpretations.
The veil is getting thinner...
Lyrics
"Sarah's Theme" is one of the sung and most iconic tracks in Hocus Pocus Movie score with music by James Horner; lyrics by Brock Walsh inspired by Edgard Allan Poe; performed by Sarah Jessica Parker in the movie. Additional variations were made by who was in charge of most of the instrumental soundtrack of the movie. The theme also known as "Garden of magic" and has become a rather well known seasonal Halloween classic. There are longer versions but the original lyrics (very short) are these:
Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play,
Here in my garden of magic.
Credits
Original version
Credits: Sarah´s theme was composed by James Horner and variations and rest of the movie soundtrack by John Debney http://johndebney.com/. Lyrics by Brock Walsh.
John Debney was kind enough to listen to my version and send back a compliment which I found so encouraging. This is just a tribute cover and it' was not an official release, I always recommend to purchase the ORIGINAL soundtrack but I enjoyed recording this as it was a challenge was a good practise to improve my hammered dulcimer playing :) and thus it deviates quite a lot from the original arrangement.
I loved your rendition, it sounded great John Debney (Hocus Pocus OST composer and conductor)
My version
Cover and arrangements by me, Priscilla Hernandez (http://priscillahernandez.com)
Priscilla Hernandez voice, lead and choir, arrangements, hammered dulcimer, piano, video edition
Armen Vartanyan: violin
Svetlana Tovstukha: cello
Héctor Corcín : mixing, mastering, camera work, video edition
Filming locations
The abandoned decaying ruins of a former village of miners of Arruitzgain on Basakaitz Mount (Spain) served as main background to film the video... There used to be also a train (Plazaola) to transport the minerals from this area that has been of mining interest since the Romans settlements in the area... And at the beginning of the hike you can choose to go over the now deserted rails and tunnels. Then there is a hike uphill while while enjoying a forest of long and slender beech trees. I filmed this exactly mid October last year but the leaves hadn't fully shifted into autumn colours quite yet (thus we used color correction in the video to make it moodier)
The mining village was abandoned in the fifties and barely a few buildings tumbling down and emerging chimneys and walls over the engulfing and lush vegetation and they look much older while a thick pad of moss, vines and blackberry bushes have covered the walls.
It felt convenient that there was a fireplace in one of them... oddly enough with signs of recent use, maybe one hiker took the remaining building structure as shelter.
Don't worry, I don't eat children, I'm vegetarian ;-)
We also collected some wood in order to create that uneasy feeling of "Witch in the Woods" as I was intending to do a video for the song "Come Little Children" anyway. I always try to release a Halloween special, whether a cover of Halloween classic like this, or an original... so already working in this year special Halloween release. The early autumn filtered light was perfect and I found a perfect witchy staff out of a wooden stick.
After filming we stayed in the woods until dark... you had to be careful as light got dim you could easily for into hollows like this
El Señorío de Bertiz also in Navarra (Spain) served as additional location including the spooky shot at the end wearing a mask I made out of a piece of bark I collected from the floor. It's a place we often visit and hike that I will cover in detail in one of my "hiking adventures" posts. But here a clear still of that "eerie ominous ending". I decided to add a spooky reverse effect to finish. And well , I think I succeeded in my "spectral" makeover.
Additional scenes were added filmed on or hike to the mountaing Midi dOssau (French Pyrenees), some general scenes of autumnal elements and small waterfalls and conveniently filming scenes dressed in black like casting spells in different spots on our ascent. Yes, I hiked with a corset up to the Pyrenees and here is proof!
I even got into thef freezing mountain lake but I did not use that footage in the final edit of the video.
In conclusion
Little boys and girls don't get lost in the woods after dark
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
Farewell to Summer at Xorroxin waterfall: Last Summer Days with fellow friends
Last week my friends Estela and Nalian came to visit and our first hike was to visit this well known waterfall and pond in Navarre, Spain. We parked in a little village called Gorostapolo. The village is very small and there are some days you will have to park in the previous village, Erratzu and walk a mile or two from there. From Gorostapolo is a very short hike of just about a mile through the woods.
Me and fellow adventurers of the day Estela, Naliam and me (instagram usernames in pic)
There are wetlands with mud so proper hiking boots are recommended as the trail can get very slippery.
I think there were goblins concealed from our human eyes... though their disguise sometimes failed a little bit... Can you spot the goblin in this picture? I think he was not very pleased I got him on camera, haha!
Can you spot the goblin in this picture. A pareidolia is when you can find shapes and faces where they are not meant to be
So me and my friends followed the hiking trail to reach two waterfalls, the first one is smaller and then the well known Xorroxin Cascade which is a smaller exact replica of the bigger one. The year before I came to this very place as I almost missed the fact the big waterfall was just some meters away but you can hear the unmistakeable roar of the water falling and if you continue you reach the well known Xorroxin cascade splashing over a glorious and very deep pond.
I had packed my Spanish Luna Moth wings Graellsia Isabellae in my rucksack. Graellsias Moths are present in this region. And I usually and conveniently dress in green (shifting to golden and brows for Autumn now). So I just had to take them out for these pictures.The wings were made by a clothing brand run by some fellow designer friends El Costurero Real. They have been running for over a decade creating fantasy clothing and we have collaborated many times. Next October I'll perform a concert for their new store opening in Barcelona.
Graellsia Isabellae or Spanish Luna moth is a very rare moth that lives in this area of Spain I live in. Difficult to spot but amazingly beautiful.
My beautiful friend Estela Naïad also tried the Graellsia wings. Isn't she a gorgeous prerraphaelite fae?
Autumn is here now... and as if weather knew we have shifted seasons everything is cooler and moodier... Still I don't lose hope of some warm days to come to swim on fresh waters... Though it seems likely this was my last time during this season. Somehow though, I'm looking forward the colder weather, it always activate my creative juices, more indoor times along with a hot mug of tea... days of painting and creating music ahead... But we warned, rain can't keep me away from the woods during weekends :) So there will be many autumnal and wintry adventures to come!
Me taking a bath... Water was FREEZING brr but invigorating... I will miss swimming in freshwater creeks and ponds
This time my partner Hector Corcín stayed at home, or maybe he was that Charming Prince in disguise...
Later that week me, Héctor Corcín, Naliam and Estela performed together along with Enrique Galdeano in a local Oak forest to celebrate the Autumn Equinnox with an outdoors concert and performance, but that I will cover in a forthcoming post :)
And to finish the article a mosaic with impressions of the day
Pictures taken by except the ones of me taken by my friend Estela with my phone and her camera and edited by myself.
Wings by my friends from El Costurero Real (Spanish fantasy clothing brand)
ADVENTURERS IN THIS ARTICLE ;-)
Priscilla Hernandez (me) http://instagram.com/yidneth (composer, singer, illustrator)
Estela Naïad: http://instagram.com/estelanaiad (photographer, dancer, multidisciplinary artist)
Naliam Caronte: http://instagram.com/naldrogo (videographer, musician)
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singer-songwriter & illustrator
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TBT: Making of the videoclip Ethereal a song about lucid dreaming. Easter eggs, anecdotes and more
Ethereal is inspired in all things clear. Sometimes when you you are in lucid dream I feel that my feet can float, that I'm like air, foam, sparkling dewdrops, ethereal.
Light as a feather
And when I feel I'm drowning in darkness I try to remember the light in myself. And I remember I know a way to rise
we grow wings out of our abyssal fins to take flight and feel ethereal.
Watch and listen the music video while you keep on reading
Do you ever dream you fly? What is Lucid dreaming?
I have quite a lot of sleep disorders, some like sleep paralysis are frightening. False awakenings are confusing... But then there is lucid dreaming those dreams where you are aware you are the *dreamer" and you have control of how the dream unfolds before you. As I had a history with night horrors, nightmares, and sleep paralysis I learned almost naturally how to do this. I even use it to practise music... but of course mostly to travel, fly, and shape a world of my own. So I learned to "dream" without fear. Of course sometimes I still lose control of them and I go back to terrifying nightmares, but for me being able to "shape my dreams" to create stories and living them, being the c
Like transparent waters and clear lucid reams
Sweet wonders unfolding, I'm conscious
I take flight... my soul feels unclouded
A whole world in my hands... a world I shape, my own enclosed Universe.... my DreamsMaking of the videoclip: Feathers, glitter, fabric
Again it was the result of Héctor and I teamwork... And lots and lots of glitter. A combination of indoors and ourdoors locations and lots of diy and practical effects. It started out selecting the right feathers...
And lots of time floating on freezing ponds, walking barefoot in the forest, and fighting with the wind machines! :)
Making of the dress and overall look
I made my own dress. I used white coloured fabrics. The skirt was made with a handkerchief patterns, several squares or organza fabric layered. The bodice was a work of patience though, cutting shapes and using a hot glue gun.. at the end it felt more like an "armour" very rigid... and sparkly All is very glittery in this video.
I completed my look using a light gray wig and doing a very sparkly make up with rhinestones and transparent droplets glued to my skin like dew.
I also made a heavy white cloak with the help of my friend Cristina.
For some additional dancing sequece I was gifted a pair of Silk chiffon Isis Wings that seemed to fly around me courtesy of "Dancing Wings" which one one of the elements that was not self-made
Another part of the costume (especially at the end where the videoclip moves to water to air and stars) is the fairy wings. Though I made the design of these fairy wings and drew the pattern it was done custom-made for me by a company called "Enchanted Costumes" who gently endorsed them for my concerts and shows. So those white wings are the ones I usually use on stage and also appeared at the end of the video. This is a promotional shoot wearing the wings and fabrics, it represents the last third of the music video when we have already "taken flight"
We filmed both indoors and outdoors.
We needed to float on water so we scouted for locations in Nature and found some lovely ponds in Catalonia. I remember my friend Wui (who also helped me with make up that day) and I ended up swimming back through ponds under the light of the full Moon because we wouldn't venture to hike back the edges in darkness. So the atmosphere in the video of floating under the Moon was very real
We also filmed in the forest of Orgi (Navarre) additional scenes wearing the hood
For the indoors we used a green screen and black background. Lots of glitter, crystals, cobweb and a wind machine... And believe me wind machies love to tangle floating fabrics... :) The number of bloopers and funny takes was insane. Luckily enough many takes were ethereal Enough. We used blue lights to provide ambience to the scenes. It also enhanced enhanced the iridescent make ups.
Easter Egg I had not previously shared (In memory)
By the time I released this video two of my rats (aka. "fufunchis") Tuula and Ritva had said their good byes. The final third of the video is very "AIR". In fact there is a transition of elements from water to air. We included nebulae among the stars... and here is the Easter Egg, at some points those nebulae were generated by using pictures of Tuula and Ritva blurred, of course they are part of the "Heavens" now and still and forever part of the Universe I've lived in. You may require to watch several times to spot them... but if you do, let me know in comments.
Lyrics / Poem
Pure and serene...
Ethereal
Like dew on a cobweb of delicate silk
and sheer threads of silver
are the weft of the fabric of dreams
gauzy and fragile (gauzy and fragile)
like thin ice (thin ice)
oh floating dust (oh floating dust)
in open skies (in open skies)
I feel... hyaline
hyaline...
Ethereal
Like transparent waters
(They tenderly held me...)
and mother of pearl
(with gentle sway...)
those moon like pale opals
(all covered...)
I feel...
(...with moonbeams while drifting)
Hyaline...
while drifting
Our trails of afterglow
pulse like shimmering stardust
and the patterns that they draw
lead the way out of darkness
We grow wings from abyssal fins
to take flight and feel
Ethereal
Like transparent waters
(Sweet wonders unfolding)
and clear lucid dreams
(I'm conscious)
Iridescent and pale
insect wings
(to take flight)
Hyaline
(unclouded)
My soul feels
Unclouded
We get ready now
for life under the light
(Sweet wonder...)
I feel
We get ready now
for life under the light
(I'm conscious...)
I feel...
we get ready now
for life under the light
(to take flight
light as a feather)
hyaline
unclouded
I feel
ethereal
Don't you feel ethereal?
unclouded
Don't you feel ethereal?
Pure and serene
My essence...
Ethereal
This song will be included in my third album Fear no more so feel free to support us by purchasing the song from Bandcamp:
Song Credits:
Gauzy and Fragile like thin Ice
Music and lyrics and arrangements: Priscilla Hernandez
Priscilla Hernandez: composition, vocals, synth, keyboard, piano, flute, kantele
Héctor Corcín: Percussion, Oscar Tribalthunder, additional electronic arrangements
Armen Vartanyan: violín
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singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
I went looking for the Moon and found a thousand fallen Suns: Sunflowers. Apollo and Clytie. Ligo Sneak peak.
I went to see the Moon but I found a thousand fallen suns
Posting today as part of colorchallenge WEDNESDAY YELLOW challenge
All this pictures were taken last Saturday (late July 2018). Me and my partner Héctor Corcín went on a stroll trying to see the Moon Eclipse that took place last 27th of July. Sadly clouds didn't allow to appreciate the eclipse in its full red moon glory and we only caught it as the Moon grew back to full brightness again, but we found this location and we went the day after to take these pictures featured in this article.
So even if weather boycotted a little bit our sighting of the Blood Moon, at least it worked to find this lovely location. Above, not the best eclipse picture but what we glimpsed :)
Location and filming for forthcoming video
Location is close to an abandoned village called Guendulain (Navarre, Spain). To see the sunflowers spreading and just the ruins emerging from them was rather magical. As we had just found it the day before and I am finishing editing a videoclip of Latvian folk song Līgo (encouraged by fellow steemian friend Linda from Latvia, who encouraged me to learn a song of her country). It is a overall a worship of Summer hymn and I had still a few gaps in the video so location was perfect to shoot some final scenes). I will share that here shortly but meanwhile here. Almost done, I will share it soon.
Enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun’s revolving splendour
Pedro Calderon de la Barca (Poet)
A symbol of strength, endurance and loyalty
They look like thousands of fallen suns blooming in Summer... so yellow and vibrant, a representation of our life giving star. The petals of a sun flower are also known as "rays" for that reason. Unmistakable with their brilliant and vibrant appearance and amazingly large size. There are different varieties of different sizes but some are as large and tall as I am, glorious giant flowers.
As to give a sunflower to your beloved it represents warmth, long life and endurance. Sun flowers remain in full bloom for a long time enduring the hottest days of Summer and tolerating lack of rain and droughts. The upright and strong stem also represent the strength of bonds and loyalty. It is usually given as a gift on the 3rd anniversary of a wedding.
I love a sunflower and I believe in love power
(Tears for Fears, quote from the lyrics of "Sowing the Seeds of Love")
Vitality, hope, renewal... LIGHT
It was worshiped by Incan Empire priestesses who used to wear replicas made of gold in their garments.
In China, Royalty used to eat sunflower seeds in order to have a long life and are related with vitality and luck. In China in fact they are a symbol of *lasting happiness" The symbolism of "yellow" colour that I covered in previous article also apply for this "light bringer". It is easy to think why these flowers are usually associated with "happy" feelings.
They are not only strikingly beautiful but also useful providing and numerous edible sunflower seeds (at least the most common Helianthus annus which we grow for that purpose) and oil for cooking and beauty treatments. Crops and fields of these beauties, also a symbol of "abundance".
Sunflowers also known for their symmetry based on Fibonacci numbers
Above: the disk of a sunflower are made of made up of many little flowers that will become seeds.
Moving into the Light and the Legend of Clytie and Apollo
Sunflowers belong to the family Asteraceae and genus Helianthus (helios=Sun, Anthos=flower) and they move and stretch moving towards the light by phototropism. or heliotropism. Sunflowers are one of several plant species that make optimum use of light by turning to face the sun. It is like a "solar tracking" triggered in fact by phyto-hormones (Auxins) presents in the stems. This happens until the flower is "mature" and the seeds begin to ripen. Then they usually stop growing and droop downwards and stop their movement.
But let's explain it in a more romantic way
Clytie in Green mythology was a water nymph (daughter of Oceanus, the Water god and Tethys) that turned into a flower grieving over here unrequited love for the God of the Sun, Apollo (son of Zeus), and thus she is always facing the sun looking for her love return for her in his Chariot. She fell in love with him but was ignored by Apollo who fell for another Water Nymph (Daphne). Clytie sat on a rock and spent nine days without food or water until she transformed into a flower, and even to this day, she keeps looking at her beloved sun from dawn to sunset. Thus sometimes Sunflowers are used as symbols of "platonic love". At the beginning the Greek legend transformed her into a turnsole (Heliotropium) as in fact all sunflowers (Helianthus) are native from America, but modern retelling and famous Victorian and Prerraphaelite painting used "Sunflowers" to represent the grieving nymph.
Although Clytie's love was not corresponded as Apollo fell in love with Daphne due to an Eros (God of love) arrow, the irony of it is that he was despised by Daphne who wished herself to be transformed into a laurel tree not to be bothered by Apollo unsolicited love. Apollo had an argument with Eros and he was struck by an arrow who made him fall in love with the water nymph but Daphne was hit by a lead arrow who made her despise Apollo as strongly as he loved her. Finally she prayed for help to her father and was transformed into a laurel tree. Apollo was heartbroken and remained faithful and it made laurel leaves "evergreen" because of his love.
Poor Clytie, if it had not been for the interference of love arrows...
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Dandelions are floating in evergreen fields...
The meaning of the dandelion flower is a promise of faithfulness. Their resistance echoes endurance. Dandelions are related with purity, innocence and nostalgia. I share this appreciation post for these lovely ubiquitous yellow flowers. It's a post that will end up in a very personal note if you care to read until the end. These small and considered insignificant by many are maybe my favourite flowers and you are going to know why.
In Spain we call them "dientes de Leon" (Lion's teeth) from which "dandelion" word comes from.
And splatters of a myriad of yellow blooms show the path I will follow (from my song Sentinel)
A common flower not lacking importance or meaning
Properties
Dandelions belong to the genus Taxaracum and Asteraceae Family, being the most common *Taxaracum officinale" (common dandelion) also known as Lion's tooth, Irish daisy, blowball, puff ball, cankerwort, doon-head-clock, witch's gowan, milk witch, lion's-tooth, yellow-gowan, monks-head, priest's-crown, and puff-ball and other less romantic names as common pee-a-bed
The entire plant, roots, leaves and flowers are edible. There are evidence of their use as food as medicine since Prehistory. The roasted roots can be used to make a caffeine free drink. Flowers too can be added as ornament to salads, and the heads are used to make wine and liquors, petals are used to make dandelion wine with sugar, yeast and citrus fruits peels. It has several medicinal uses mostly as digestive aid or to boost liver function, and it's available as tea, tincture and capsules. Of course if you forage dandelions make sure you don't take them from your local park where they can be covered in pesticides... wild meadows or grow your own as seeds grow easily on your garden or pots. There is evidence it helps to manage sugar and lipid levels in animals who eats them. And it has phytonutrients that can help to prevent cancer as well as many antioxidants, Vitamin A and C. It's used also against inflammation. It is also very diuretic... I wonder if the French word Pissenlit (wet the bed) is related to it. Medicinal use is considered safe though allergic reactions should be checked as it's possible though rare.
You can also get yellow and green dye out of them... I particularly like to dye my clothes in nature colours.
Yes they are common... and that's why very often underrated. But as you see they have a wealth of properties... Also being among the first flowers appearing in Spring they're key for the survival of bees. Next picture is one shared recently by my partner @hedac on his feed and featuring a cute bumblebee frolicking with dandelion pollen. :)
Even the most common flower can have such an enormous importance
Bumblebee on dandelion. Macrophotography courtesy of @hedac
As it can easily colonize an area it's usually considered as a weed by many gardeners, but I think they are absolutely beautiful. It really makes me sad when local gardeners come with the land mowers to get rid of them and get their perfect "polished" but spiritless grass... As much as may think of these little blooms a nuisance my heart is happy to greet the yellow dots on the green grass.
A symbol of sheer joy
A symbol of joy and faithfulness and of course of light. For Native American was a representation of the Sun being the petals the rays of the Sun at the beginning of Spring. It is not difficult to guess why... they look like little glowing sun... and it strikes to me then than they are like stars in the green meadows... painting a starry sky where you can run, and dance and jump and remember how you loved to do so when a child and how your inner child still loves to do it.
Above: Me barefoot jumping and dancing on a dandelion fields
Endurance
A symbol of endurance they are also perennial and bloom a rather long time. Endure!
You will often find them growing even in cracks on the pavements... a reminder of life thriving
No life is free from struggles... but we learn to live. Treasure the moments of peace, the moments of health, the moments of happiness...
You're only a dream away, my sweet Kira
As I mentioned at the beginning of this post it's a flower related with faithfulness and what's more faithful and loyal that your dog companion. It's the flower I usually relate to my Siberian Husky Kira (1995-2003). I always dream of her running in her favourite fields full or yellow blooms. She has one song in each one of my already published music albums. And whenever I mention "yellow blooms" in a song is a hidden clue related to her. So I recurrently dream I am in a field full of dandelions and that she appears... sometimes I chase her I am slightly aware she's gone and I am dreaming... that is when usually my dream become lucid. I will write more about her soon but I had to mention.
Dandelions are floating in evergreen fields
Those yellow flowers incoiling to buds
gently inviting to sleep
Good Night Kira
Here is a drawing I made myself of me and Kira... the drawing is made on a watercolour background where I pressed too a real dandelion flower from those fields she used to love.
So through the years the "fields" became like a private place I go when I dream... And because of my longing (and mourning) there I can see sometimes also my fufunchis (my rats) and all the animal companions that blessed my life... That is a place I go often in dreams to be with them... But when I try to chase them they usually scattered in different directions... I feel still the urge to protect but at the same time I'm aware I am dreaming and that I need to let them go
But there they are waiting for me.
I let you go, I let you leave
though I shall wait for you
all life long
till the end and beyond
If I could describe Heaven that is the dandelion field where I play with you
I love you
So if you could make a wish...
We all have picked those fluffy seeded flowers, those silver tufted blowballs, and have made a wish...
Blowing and scattering the seeds into the winds we make our wishes travel. Do you know they grow on every continent? Such travelers those wishes are too.
Have you ever tried to blow one?
If it's not the right time you have to blow hard... even in that they teach a lesson. Be patient!
So if you had a wish... what would it be?
I'd wish that place of my dream to be real but as I cannot rewind time... I will wish for a home. Home is not a roof, is not a place, it's a shelter of the soul, a comfort of the spirit, a sense of belonging. That is why up to this day I call Kira and fufunchis my home...
But as long as I keep moving forward my feet will lead me ahead...
I'm sure I'll find my way home
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
5th June: WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY #beatplasticpollution
Every 5th of June since 1974 as established by the United Nations we celebrate World Environment Day. For me it's a date I mark in my calendar.
This year's theme and challenge is Beat Plastic Pollution (If you can´t reuse it, refuse it) and create awareness using globally the hashtag #beatplasticpollution There are events all over the world, being the major event host in India, which will try to address how we can combat Plastic pollution exposing their own struggles with it. Each year this date focuses on a focuses attention on a particularly pressing environmental concern but that doesn't mean we must ignore the others.
We live in the most amazing planet... home of so much diversity and life... cradle of so much beauty. But most still ignore how alarmingly quick it is all degrading, species vanishing into the oblivion of extinction, animals cornered in small habitats and doomed to fade away, our climate severely altered by our own pollution. And we see it all happening in front of our eyes... until we reach those critics points where things cannot be undone. One species gone, wild fires gone crazy due to severe draughts, tropical storms flooding countries out of the blue...
But we always choose "convenience", the short-term fix...
Nature and Life in our planet are certainly at stake, and so also our existence because we belong to Earth and so far this is our ONLY HOME.
Don't think it is not worth to make a difference... you can!
It is the perfect day, if weather allows to go outdoors and hike... and maybe even organize a clean up. Even in the remotest most beautiful places I've been there is that annoying piece of plastic. It's everywhere... almost unavoidable in every packaging, in components of every single item we buy...
So before buying... remember this year's slogan.... "if you cannot reuse, refuse it"
Héctor and I were hiking together and we were sad to stumble upon this sad view... It seems we cannot escape plastic, can we? That bottle will flow downriver, will end up decomposing into microscopic toxic particles.
And some other time we were walking peacefully and enjoying a lovely forest trail when we found this... Why would someone leave it there... It escapes logic... But it is indeed concerning.
The power of small acts
So many small actions and change of habits can do SO MUCH. And each one of those small efforts are worth because they add up, each one of us, until it become a trend. I hope within my lifetime to see plastic in disuse. There are alternatives but obviously they are not sponsored.
But we can´t reduce to great extent by small measures...
- Using a fabric bag (every year more than 500 billion plastic are used)
- Favouring those foods that doesn't come in plastic wrap or polystyrene trays
- Meticulously sorting our waste for proper recycling.
- Use a reusable water flask and lunch box.
- Volunteer on clean ups. Collect plastics if you find them when hiking for proper disposal
- Spread the word and create awareness among yours
So next time at the department store, maybe consider to buy a reusable canteen or water flask to start with... because that plastic water may end up like the picture shared before. Besides not only plastic degrades into small pieces that end up in the sea threatening marine wildlife. Animals choked after eating plastic, or strangled by it... Small marine creatures that incorporate microscopic particles that are amplified into the food chain until we eat them again. Even the calves of dolphins are whales are dying because the milk becomes poisoned with chemicals derived from plastic consumption as all fish are contaminated by them.
Above: me in Urederra River. The river's name means "Beautiful Water". Hyaline, crystal, unpolluted... this how all water sources should be. Urederra strikes almost as an utopian place, but even now and then while you walk the forest trails around you stumble upon some plastic wrap from the hikers.
But I leave this message even to the ones with less heart and not caring about any of that... be aware microplastics and chemicals also detach from the containers after a while and we swallow them... and the extent of the heath damage they can cause is being researched. It is proved that once absorbed by the body they are hazardous altering hormones and probably causing many related human health problems including cancer
I do not like preaching but this date is always an important reminder
I will act...
What you will do, for this planet, for the life it holds, for US, or even for yourself is up to you.
You are responsible too.
You can choose
And you can gift yourself and others the chance to live in a better and cleaner planet... If you have Nature at hand, this is a lovely day to be outdoors. I unfortunately can't today while I write this, but already dreaming of the weekend.
You all know that I love Nature which is a great source of inspiration for my music and my art... and yes... one of my favourite things is to dress as a fantasy character and look for fairytale locations... But we must take "care" of them... EACH ONE OF US IS A GUARDIAN
Tuesday, June 5th: World Environment Day 2018
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
The ruins of Eugi
Above my videoclip Off the Lane was in part filmed in this location, but I've returned to this place COUNTLES times... and here is an article about the place. I love to bring my friends here when they come to visit. The blog post mix old and recent pictures. :)
Follow me and enter the Ruins of Eugi, one of my favourite places to visit in my area
Located in Quinto Real forest, a lush beech wood in North Western of Navarre (North of Spain). Eugi was the oldest of the two Royal Munition Factories that can be found in the region. I already covered Orbaitzeta in a previoust post but Eugi is smaller in size and a century older. The remains run over Arga River and are dated in the XVI century.
The smithy closed one century after being built when it ran out of materials, which led to the construction of Orbaitzeta
The archs are similar to the ones we find in Orbaitzeta, as the latest was built as a bigger replica after Eugi had exploited the resources around it at the time.
Now the forest is fully recovered and protected... and the whole factory (and its ugly purpose) engulfed by lush vegetation and damp moss. Beneath the archs there are spots where the water covers up to your waist. Cold and hyaline, the whole place is purified. Nature has won this round. The remaining walls and archs are silent witnesses of the flowing of the seasons.
Eugi is really well preserved and ruins can be found two sides of the road... archs, walls, all covered in vines and ivy. Like the remains of old fairytale castles...
Being further from any populated area and having had 100 years more exposed to the elements than its bigger sister Orbaitzeta, Eugi is already one with the forest.
At some spots the structures are so concealed that it's difficult to make the man-made parts out... as it seems to be entwined with growing plants. Especially at this time of the year, where weeds crawl and cover everything in green. In autumn and winter, the whole place is more conspicuous but then veiled permanently by fog and mist. Temperature here is usually cooler, and if we continue up the road we will see Mount Adi crowning the beechwoods.
This is a place I come often. I filmed several scenes of my videoclip and song "Off the Lane" here and being one hour drive from home I come to visit this forest rather often.
Below: A still from when I filmed my videoclip. This photo is much older than the rest included in this article. Sadly this part is now being restored so they have added a fence and it doesn't look like in this picture. The rest of the images are fair recent.
As I have said before I have a fascination for abandoned places, their romantic and almost decadent beauty... how they shift sometimes into something new and beautiful when it's claimed back by Nature.
I love to see the ruins now integrated with the forest... Quinto Real is home of deer and boar and it's frequent to see vultures in the sky. Spain has 80% of vultures in Europe. In autumn is not rare to see the blurry silhouettes of deer or boar cloaked in mist... Those are the "ghosts" that now inhabit the ruins of Eugi.
Here I come often to feel inspired... I compose songs with the rustling sounds of the leaves, the chirping of birds... songs that grow in the filtered green light that is reflected on the water...
Dancing Sparkles
Fairy lights
Above: me composing with my flute under Eugi Ruins (Arga river)
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
Gifts from my friend Kelly Miller Lopez and article about BEAR OR WILD GARLIC flowers
Above: Me wearing all the gifts from a dear friend and laying on a field of wild garlic. Story and article about Wild garlic below. All pictures taken last weekend (20h of May) where I lay on a carpet of wild garlic flowers
I have been sharing too also my love for Nature. There is a series of article blog posts I have been sharing called "The blooming series" and here is another entry :)
A surprise box full of love from a dear friend
As introduction of this post I wanted to say that these year has been a bit complicated for me. So my friend Kelly Miller (singer from Neofolk band Woodland and solo project Rosa Mundi), my sweet fairy sister from overseas sent me a surprise box full of "love" to cheer me up.
I opened the parcel and the first thing I found were Rowan berries added for its protection (and it did made it safe all across the ocean that separates us) and a necklace made out of them. There was a note inside...
so you don't forget the Goddess that you are
I started sobbing... I have not felt that well these past few months and I confess I have felt everything but so...
I know she also refers to "Yidneth" my story... my alter ego almost... She wishes me well and strong... special
And I try not to forget... I dried my tears and kept on exploring that little box from so far away... She often hums to me back my own song Don´t be sad. As if I needed someone else to utter my own words.
So the rest of the box had more treasures... a moon silver circlet made by herself and a matching moon choker, and the most gorgeous organic cotton green lace dress... Of course it had to be green. She knows me well.
And finally some chocolates and candy (pear, my favourites).
All the little details and notes... It was like if a Fairy Godmother had put there a dress for Cinderella. But Cinderella had to do her chores a little bit longer and was very tired to attend to the ball... She probably missed it, but as forest nymph I prefer a solitary dance beneath the shady canopy, that at this time of the year shines almost fluorescent green as newborn leaves unfold into lush green
A picture of Kelly and me And Showhite and Rose Red (Grimm Fairytale) (I love you tons!)
So the box awaited for the right moment, just some days ago... And they made a magical transformation, just like Cinderella but from the inside...
The Spring Forest
Last weekend as usual I hiked with Héctor, and we stumbled upon a lovely location. I had brought the gift box with me, because I wanted to send my friend some pictures of me wearing the gifts she had bestowed upon me, and I don't mean the dress or the crown, but the confidence, the love and her thoughts for my well being an protection.
I hurried to try it on, the light was getting dim and the moment was fleeting but we managed to take these shots.
The aroma of wild garlic was strong... and there I laid until the last rays of golden light engulfed the forest floor in darkness. All was covered in white pallid flowers... These posts are about blooming after all... but flowers are sometimes just the metaphor.
Above: A carpet of blooms... Allium Ursinum growing on a beechwood in Navarra (May 2018)
These carpets appear usually on damp but well drained soil in deciduous forests protected by the shade of the canopy when the new leaves grow in Spring. I confess I would always chose and prefer a wild flower over a garden cultivated one... :)
I love hiking and I do every weekend... It heals me... I have posted about forest bathing before... I always feel rejuvenated afterwards.
Wood Garlic or Bear's garlic
Alium ursinum also known as "wild garlic", "bear garlic" or "ramsons" is a bulbous perennial plant native of Europe and Asia, belonging to the Liliaceae family and relative to the chives. They have semiespherical umbel-like inflorescence that holds up to 20 star shaped white flowers clusters on leafless stalks. The leaves are born from the bulb itself. They bloom mid Spring and early Summer. The species spread by rhizomes and self-seeding forming these amazing colonies on the Spring forest floor.
Culinary use of Wild garlic
The small elongated bulbs are a favourite of bears, that is why its latin name is Allium Ursinum comes from Ursus (Bear) as brown bears use to dig for the bulbs that they find invigorating and it helps to cleanse toxins after their winter slumber).
Wild boars also love them. Sadly bears disappeared recently from my region forests but there are still boars. Deer usually ignore them and dislike the taste.
The whole forest floor was covered with them like a tapestry! And the smell of garlic was noticeable. Both leaves and flowers are edible and can be used in salads but you have to be careful not to mistake them as there are similar plants that are poisonous like Lilly of the Valley or Wild Arum (Lords and Ladies) . In case of doubt the smell of garlic in Allium Ursinum is unmistakeable and distinct if you pick one of them. Their taste is a mix of onion and garlic. Dry leaves can be turned into crisp snacks. You can even boil the stems and eat them as spaghetti, once cooked the taste is less pungent. In many European countries soup is made of it (the same way nettle soup is done) but a cream-like pesto is also popular for seasoning. Usually the bulbs are too small for cooking so only the leaves are collected and once it's in bloom they can taste already a little bit bitter. In the XIX it was given to cows so the milk used to make butter would taste slightly like garlic. It was also told to protect the cattle from disease as it can protect against viruses. Then it was removed precisely because of the flavour as it lost popularity. There are evidence of foraying these flowers since the Mesolithic.
Medicinal properties
Eat leeks in Lide March and ramsins in May
And all the year after physitians may play.
(XVII century proverb)
It is very known for this reason and its medicinal properties in Ireland to ward off respiratory diseases like flu or cold or even to apply on wounds. In Ancient Greek it was used also against snake bite, and a myriad of uses is reported all throughout the countries it grows in. It is a heart protector and blood purifier, detoxifies and improves digestion helping in stomach problems and even skin disorders as it boosts our immune system. They're properties are even stronger than the domesticated garlic relative and it was named "Plant of the year" in 1992
They have been proved to lower your risk of cancer and other chronic diseases, including arthritis. It can be taken orally or also applied as ointments and poultices.
And the most important thing of all ;-)
In folklore they are told to be used to bring good luck as it deters fairies and goblins.
And remember Mother Nature is wise and giving. Be grateful.
Above: me with my hand made Lunula circlet in silver, gift from my dear friend Kelly Miller-Lopez
PD: I have been told that this happens also in the British Isles with bluebells, sadly we don't have them here (North of Spain) but I would love to behold such glorious spectacle one Spring.
FLAME: A song about the contraditions of love
But my heart longs to surrender not to starve again bitter in my chest
Flame is a very old song mine but it's becoming new as I revisit it. It was included in my first demo "I steal the leaves" back in 2002. Curiously it was born as an acoustic guitar song during College and it later on a pop-rock experiment (a genre that I don't feel very comfortable with). The original version became popular online enough back in those days to still appear in some guitar tab websites (even if I don't play much guitar myself). It was a fancy find though.
Old... but new. It's a song about contradictions after all
I recently recorded Flame again from scratch with a brand new different vibe, sort of oriental sometimes and very folk. More fitting with my "ethereal" fantasy style, I haven't finished production, but it will feature flutes, harp, dulcimer among other instruments. I have recorded some scenes for small video too and I hope to finish it too and share soon.
All the pictures used are "behind the scenes" photos while filming the video for Flame last December. I just realized I just need to sit down and edit.
Flame acoustic piano version
LIVE, ONE TAKE... my performance is very humble just me and my piano, minimal acoustic version but I hope you enjoy it. I am encouraged to share the folk version soon but meanwhile this is just me, one take last week at my studio, just a voice and the keys... There are a few hurried notes here and there but I hope you don't mind :)
The song is full of contradictions... ice and fire... hot and cold...
We yearn for love, sometimes it hurts, sometimes it's raging fire, sometimes it makes us shiver...
Love is everything
Flame (Lyrics)
It's so cold when North wind blows
Bringing hail and pearls of frost
That's the way that you do chill me to the bone
Fear the dark when the moon hides
All its beams behind the clouds
That's the way I fear when you are not around
This could be hell, this could be heaven
It could be both it could be neither
But my heart longs to surrender
Not to starve again
Bitter in my chest
Could it be?
Could it be that
I am burning in the flames of love?
I am burning in the flames of love
Oh I am burning
Oh I burn
In the flame of love
But that's the way that you do chill me to the bone
But that's the way that you chill me...
Thank you
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
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May is the time of the roses
May is here opening all the buds that unfurl into roses. Red Roses represent love and passion. Whatever you do, do it with both, never halfway through.
They need care and nurturing... they need work and perseverance, but if you give, you will receive... they will gift the beauty of blooming in return.
Whatever you do, do it with all admiration and devotion
Red is a bold empowering blazing colour. It conveys deep emotions. It is an emotionally intense. And it is not linked with love only but to your own determination and endurance.
A little sprite inside a rose
And to finish this small post (which is the one of quite a few "blooming" posts happening this month of May. A close up of a rose, in which I found a fairy. :)
A pareidolia is a psychological phenomena in which our mind found a pattern, usually faces...
I found a little fairy inside this rose... do you see her?
Post your comment if you do
Unfurl...
It's time to bloom
Happy Belated Unicorn Day: The last Unicorn cover, Unicorn pics, movies, books and more!
LISTEN TO THE LAST UNICORN ON SOUNDCLOUD
Happy Belated National Unicorn Day
9th of April was Unicorn day and though I am a little bit late for the Unicorns party, I have taken this celebration as an encouragement to write this article. So I am sharing some Unicorn photography, my own version of "The Last Unicorn" soundtrack main theme (one of my favourite movies ever) as well as my Unicorn books, movies, thoughts and musings.
A magical and mythological creature
Gentle, pure, magical... the Unicorn is often portrayed as a white a horse or goat-like creature with hooves and a single spiral horn. Thus it has been depicted in countless cultures, tales and legends from different times and places since Antiquity. As mysterious as recurrent, it is probably one of the best known mythical creatures. As Unicorns does not exist (sorry) they are considered a "cryptozoology" creature and there are no fossil records to prove their existence. Still they are mentioned in many medieval field notebooks and Naturalist manuscripts. In fact in the Middle Ages, Unicorn horns allegedly had power to heal any sickness and to clean poisoned water. The Tusk of the cetacean narwhal was sometimes sold as unicorn horn in apothecaries and markets.
Happy Belated National Unicorn Day
9th of April was Unicorn day and though I am a little bit late for the Unicorns party, I have taken this celebration as an encouragement to write this article. So I am sharing some Unicorn photography, my own version of "The Last Unicorn" soundtrack main theme (one of my favourite movies ever) as well as my Unicorn books, movies, thoughts and musings.
A magical and mythological creature
Gentle, pure, magical... the Unicorn is often portrayed as a white a horse or goat-like creature with hooves and a single spiral horn. Thus it has been depicted in countless cultures, tales and legends from different times and places since Antiquity. As mysterious as recurrent, it is probably one of the best known mythical creatures. As Unicorns does not exist (sorry) they are considered a "cryptozoology" creature and there are no fossil records to prove their existence. Still they are mentioned in many medieval field notebooks and Naturalist manuscripts. In fact in the Middle Ages, Unicorn horns allegedly had power to heal any sickness and to clean poisoned water. The Tusk of the cetacean narwhal was sometimes sold as unicorn horn in apothecaries and markets.
Above: Always on the hunt... the horns of Unicorns hold great power
Unicorns are symbols of purity and magic. I started this year in some sort of purification journey with hopes and dreams renewed. Unicorns are often associated with the Moon and feminine energy.
My cover of The Last Unicorn main theme
The song you are listening to in this article is Fan-tribute cover of one of my favourite animated movies "The Last Unicorn" (1982) based in the book by Peter. S. Beagle. (Not listening? press PLAY at the beginning of the post)
The original was performed by folk rock band "America" (guess where they were from) and composed by Jimmy Webb. The original version is so lush, symphonic and pretty, please be sure to check it out, as well as this rare lovely movie from the early 80s. The entire soundtrack is incredible, includes orchestration by the London Symphony Orchestra and several songs performed by America band. Other tracks featured the voice actors of the film as guests, including stars like Alan Arkin, Jeff Bridges, Mia Farrow, Angela Lansbury and Christopher Lee. I love film music and I was an avid collection of soundtracks.
Does the Irish whistle riff reminds you to popular Titanic main theme? Well, this one was made many years prior and certainly do your research of the original, as my version is rather spontaneous and humble. It is a rare movie but remembered by many with fondness. Did you know it? Highly recommended for those who love fantasy.
I recorded a more Celtic version of the main theme, all in one afternoon and It is not even properly mixed or mastered. My skills at the guitar are limited but I'm sort of proud I could layer it up. I have been considering to record this song again or at least improve the sound, but I honestly did it for fun as a shout-out to one of a fond childhood memory. I am aware the audio quality is not the best, and the reverb too wet but I hope you enjoy the recording all the same. It's me acoustic on guitar, harp, Irish low whistle and recorder. Then I added a few layers of backing vocals. Nothing too pretentious, it doesn't eclipse the original which is absolutely delightful. My take on it is maybe a bit more "ethereal" and folk-ish sounding.
The Last Unicorn (Lyrics)
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
Written by Jimmy Web
Above: Recent pictures of me as an Unicorn in the magical beech wood of Urbasa (Navarre, Spain). The pictures are inspired in this sentence from the lyrics When the first breath of Winter through the flowers is icing they will stare unbelieving at the last Unicorn. These were taken recently.
Unicorn in movies: The Last Unicorn
Theatrical Official poster of the Fantasy animated Movie "The Last Unicorn" (1982) showing The Last Unicorn against the antagonist "The Red Bull". Based on the novel by Peter S. Beagle and produced and directed by Rankin/Bass Productions, an artistic team and company that provided us with wonderful animated jewels like "The Hobbit", "Flight of Dragons" (that I will cover in another blog post) and "The Last Unicorn" among others.
The book that is based upon is even more superior. Written by screenwriter and novelist Peter S. Beagle and published in 1968, it tells the story of "The Last Unicorn" on her quest to find others of her kin. On her journey she is transformed into a beautiful maiden Lady Almathea**** on her journey she discovers friendship, also love and regret. It is a bittersweet story and it has many elements of tragic romance. But I do not want to spoil it writing down in depth details of the plot. Curiously during my life I've been frequently compared to Lady Almathea and Princess Melisande, both NOT Disney's but Rankin Bass animated movies female leads, from The Last Unicorn and Flight of Dragons respectively. I am not going to deny I love the comparison as the geeky fantasy nerd I am.
You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you understand that — then any time at all will be the right time for you.― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Below: Me cosplaying "Lady Almathea" In the movie she has almost white hair and a lilac gown. Lady Almathea is the last of her kin, an unicorn disguised in "maiden" shape.
Read more info about this movie here The Last Unicorn
Other Unicorn movies: The Last Unicorn, Legend and Unico
There are movies including these mythical and mystical creatures as key. Always on the hunt and endangered due to the magic powers bestowed upon them. A representation of light, of what is pure.
Another good example of movie featuring Unicorns in its plot is Legend directed by Ridley Scott in 1985 and starring Tom Cruise, Tim Curry and Mia Sarah. Though enchanted and a remarkable example of fantasy cinema, Legend suffered its own ambition and its irregular and at points even tedious. It suffered several edits and even a confusing change of the entire score when re-released (from orchestral soundtrack by Jerry Goldsmith to electronic ambient by Tangerine Dream). The result was uneven yet I found fit to mention. Click here to find more info about
Legend
Unicorns make cameos now and then, like in the more recent fantasy movie Stardust (2007) and The Secret of Moonacre (2008).
I will highlight though another remarkable example, the cute manga from the 70s Unico (ユニコ Yuniko) by Osamu Tezuka, that was translated into Anim. Probably the best known out of several adaptations was the movie "The Fantastic Adventures of Unico" (1981). More info about this movie on IMDB here
If you want to share other appearances... please drop them in the comments :)
My favourite books about Unicorns: De Historia et Veritatis Unicornis
Above: my copy of De Historia et veritatis Unicornis and an Unicorn pendant I made myself.
Literally translated from Latin as "On the History and Truth about Unicorns" An irresistible and delicious treat... A book presented in the shape of a XV century manuscript, a Codex Unicornis describing the symbolism, their habits, all lushly illustrated in a way you really believe you are reading to an old document from the Renaissance. The drawings draw inspiration from Leonardo Da Vinci. The handwritten plates, the sketches... all the details are taken into account to make it look like a facsimile, something not meant to be shared or found... an occult knowledge, a secret unveiled. In fact we are teased to believe that the artist and illustrator Michael Green only handed the document, previously protected by a secret Brotherhood. There are even conspiracy theories wanting to make this book real
Now a rare find, some editions are really pricey. I bought my copy in the late eighties and it still remains as one of my highlighted reads in my "myths and legends" library and archive.
Besides Peter S. Beagle novel that I mentioned before which I already stated is another one of my childhood fiction favourites... another book I would highlight is "The Book of the Unicorn" illustrated by Linda and Roger Garland.
And that's all...
Weave magic
Drift to that place where Unicorns, mermaids, ghosts are real...
right there... where you can imagine them...
We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
All photographs (c) Priscilla Hernandez
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
Orbaitzeta: Old Munition factory turned into Tolkien elven Halls
Nature can transform everything... even an industrial munition factory into a fantasy scenery... A little imagination can wipe out the ugliness and transform it into an enchanted location.
As I mentioned in my recent article, I have a fondness for ruins and abandoned places. I find them very eerie but melancholic and romantic... I think places are haunted by desolation and disuse but in some cases they are transformed into something magical when overgrown Nature claims them back and this is the case of Orbaizeta.
Above: Orbaizeta archs. My photo entry to the contest. Archs over Irati River (Navarre, Spain)
Orbaizeta is a village located in Aezkoa Valley (Navarre, North of Spain) about 5 Km away from the French Border where you can find the remains of the XVIII century Royal Factory of Arms and Munitions of Orbaizeta
It was in fact built over a XV century old forge located over Irati river.
The whole place is now abandoned and taken over by Nature. It is located over Irati River and by Irati forest, one of the largest beech woods in Europe. The factory was precisely built here to use its wood and water after the older Royal Munition factory (Eugi, also located in Navarre) run out of resources due to over exploitation.
For almost a hundred years it provided munition and supplies to the army, iron and lead and even canyon balls, but it felt into disuse after the death of the Spanish king Carlos III . As it was very close to the border the site was frequently pillaged and caught fire many times to finally be shut down and abandoned in 1873. The ruins have since been covered by moss, lichens and vines. The main structure still stands and has been declared Site of Cultural Interest.
The place was overrun with trees and has become shelter for small animals. The archs that remain mostly intact over the river look now the remnants of an ancient Elven Fortress out of the pages of a Tolkien's book.
Below: Me in these damp mossy ruins... I love when Nature claims abandoned places back. Despite its not very romantic origins and industrial function the actual ruins have been strikingly transformed by Nature into fantasy Elven Halls... A magic portal to a fantasy realm... This is what they are NOW for me.
Enigmatic and now almost mystical looking, it stirs with new life... as birds perch on the scattered trees, lizards lay on its stone seeking the warmth of sun and little voles hide in the bushes. A recovery process is now under way but somehow I think there is a romantic vibe of the place engulfed by overgrown vegetation. Some years ago when Héctor and me visited this location you could access and walk it entirely but after a few accidents due to the decay of the structures the place has very limited public access now until being restored.
Black Legends about Orbaizeta
Its otherworldly eerie aspect reminds me to a distant past or maybe even a dystopian greenpunk future. It's not strange many claim it is haunted. A common target in several wars (as a factory of guns close to France) it was sacked and burnt out several times... And that violent imprint stayed in the minds of many tainted its memory. The place has a mysterious aura and it has inspired several local novels, mostly modern thrillers and mystery like "The Factory of the Shadows" by Ibon Martín which begins with a girl hanging from the archs on a misty night and the research of the case. Curiously after being chosen as background of these murder the skull of a missing hiker was found in its surroundings causing great stir on the national press. All of these has impregnated the place with darker tones but the truth is that it's rather peaceful and the way the light is filtered through the plants and is cast over the river is really entrancing.
Eugi, an even older munition factory in the same province
There is another old munitions factory, very similar but older and smaller in size even closer to me called Eugi, it features the same structure, with archs over a river. But I will cover it in another article, there I have made too countless photo shoots and even filmed part of my music video Off the Lane. The Eugi factory when active exhausted the forest around it and that is why the Orbaizeta was built.
Above: One picture from last Summer taken in Eugi Factory, a smaller (and older) "replica" of Orbaizeta but located in Quinto Real Forest and over Arga River. I only post this picture so you can see the similar structure though humbler in size. I will cover Eugi in another article in the near future.
Conclusion: One with Nature
As a Nature Lover I am glad to see the woods around both factories now recovered, both rivers now hyaline and crystalline and its ugly original purpose of Royal Munition factories long time gone... Their structures are engulfed and becoming one in the forest... It reminds me to the movie "The Princess Mononoke" by Hayao Miyazaki, that tells precisely the story of a munitions factory destroying the forest and finally claimed back by its guardian. The outcome is almost the same. Though there are now some programs for the preservation of the ruins they lay now in perfect harmony with the environment. They are places full of peace now surrounded by slender beech trees and gurgling creeks.
All pictures (c) to Priscilla Hernandez
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
El Parque de los Desvelados (Sleepless Park) in Navarra: an eerie park devoted to Death
All that remains
All that decays
Into dust once again
The eeriness of abandoned places
A few weeks ago, me and @hedac visited this eerie and very unusual abandoned park "El Parque de los Desvelados" located in Estella (Lizarra), South West of Navarre, in Spain.
I have always felt a strange attraction for "abandoned" places and its weird energy. I don't think places are haunted by ghosts but by desolation and decay, an imprint of sorrow maybe... I even wrote a song called "Haunted" inspired by this theory. I have a fondness for them... as if I'm a long awaited spectator of the stories they still whisper. Old houses, abandoned villages, old ruins... I can imagine their stories. I love when they are claimed back by Nature and get covered in ivy and moss.
Last month we visited one of these abandoned park, yet it was not an ordinary park...
Located in Estella (Spain) this bizarre place is known as Parque de los Desvelados (o de las calaveras) (translated as "Park of the Sleepless (or the Skulls)).
El Parque de los Desvelados: The Sleepless Park
The word desvelado means "those who don't sleep"... I find the name curious to start with, as the insomniac I am.
There is though another way to interpret it "Those who never rest" and here is when it gets tainted by a melancholic vibe.
As much as I like abandoned places I have to say this is one of the weirdest and creepiest I've ever been to. We had had intentions to visit it for a long time so I wanted to take the chance also to prepare a photo shoot.
The crown I'm wearing was a birthday gift from my friend and illustrator Lisselotte Eriksson, and as she has a fascination for dark fairies (The "Unseelie Court") I thought the place approppiate to surprise her with some photos.
So early March, a few weeks ago, being late for a proper hike in the Wilderness, we found convenient to pay a visit to it as it is rather close to us.
We parked the car in Estella, I put my garments in a rucksack and uphill we went in an area called "San Lorenzo", the path surrounded by orchards and ominous dark pine forests covered in vines. The alarm call of countless Black Birds as we walked by filled our ears. Half an hour later we stumbled upon "Los Desvelados Street" and a few meters away an open fence with a signal that says : This is private property, feel free to enter Please, Respect!
There was only a couple there (weird place for a picnic) as soon as they saw me with my horned piece and dark goth make up they started to talk loudly about Nephilim (The Fallen Ones), bad omens, Demons and religious talk not minding I was listening. They stared at me a few times while they loudly talked about these topics, the moment was too awkward to engage conversation to explain we were there just for a photo shoot.
I was not going for a super dark look, more a "goth" spectral ghostly Unseelie fairy look, or even a "romantic symbolism" of Death as it is the main topic the park is based upon. I love ghostly and spectral tales from the XIX century after all. The place itself does not call for vivid colours. So there I was cloaked in black. Skulls and bright polka dresses wouldn't make a good combination right?
A family with small kids got in the place, they were laughing enthusiastically at the skulls, as if something "funny". Talk about eerie, skulls and children's laughters! One of the youngest pointed at me and said! "Look, mum" A witch! -he squeaked. I smiled back and the older kid with huge specs hid shyly behind his mother. I smiled again and they both giggled nervously. It felt a bit empowering, I must say.
Above: the headpiece was a handmade birthday gift from my friend Liselotte. Neither a Nephilim nor a Witch though.
Above: me beside one of the Skulls so you can appreciate the scale
The 7 massive sculptures of distorted skulls and skeletons made by artist Luis García Vidal transform the landscape into an eerie giant’s boneyard and scattered here and there, almost as junk piles we can also find other odd creepy shrines.
The size of some of the sculptures is jaw dropping, it won't leave you indifferent. They large hollow orbits taring as fathomless wells... The experience is rather haunting.
They look somehow like something out of Edward Gorey's or Tim Burton's illustrations. A hint of macabre even.
The sculptures are distorted and out of proportion, there are also some laying from the floor or looks like being engulfed by it or rotting away.
A memento-mori
All things that live must die
Julio García Vidal was born in Melilla the 24th of December, 1927. As a teenager her moved to Madrid to learn Sculpture and then to Paris where he met his wife that was from Estella. The would spend every winter there working in this strange and curious place. Created between 1971 and the artist’s death in 2009, they are meant to serve as a memento-mori (from Latin "remember you have to die"). The whole park is an Ode to Death and a reminder of the inevitability of it, of the transient Nature of our existence on Earth.
Slowly bushes have taken over and all is succumbing into decay. He spent 38 years working on this park... carefully building and restoring continuously his structures made of twigs and branches of "sumac" (very small trees and shrubs from the genus Rhus) wrapped in chicken wire and covered with gypsum and white paint.
Above: Details of the materials used to build the structures
His brother Alberto, also an artist, died of cancer and very poor. He sculpted the skull above with a plaque that reads that his brother ended up like "human garbage" but accepted Death with courage as if passing away had been some kind of solace for him. I found it extremely sad, maybe even resentful for the words chosen, compelling though.
He also was involved himself in a car crash. You can see ruined cars scattered in the Park. There are signs of his "obsession" incorporating also other objects that had been involved in accidents.
Walking through this desolate place we stumble upon this:
The quote along the crushed baby pram shrine suddenly turns macabre.
"Cuando sea mayor seré futbolista, si el destino quiere". "When I become older I will be a football player if fate allows". A reminder that sometimes life is taken from us way before fulfillment.
The message is clear... in life and death there are things we can't choose, there are things we can't control, there are things that aren't fair... but that's the way things are
A place vanishing into Oblivion
Only a decade after his death Nature starts to claim back the place, the white paint on the schools is wearing out, the wire holding their structures become undone, some of the Sumac taking life again.
All the pictures in this article were taken a few weeks ago, early March 2018. I found online photographs from a few years ago and some of the structures are almost unrecognizable now. They are left to the elements.
Above: some of the skulls are now just a bunch of twined twigs, yet you can infer its former shape
Some years from now from now the whole place will vanish into oblivion. Maybe that is a final lesson that the artist wanted to portray, that his work was "alive" with him, and it would decay back into Nature once he was gone. I think it was the way he intended it so in this he succeeded to leave a final lesson
I think the creator wanted us not only to think about Death but also about Life.
Death is something that we all will have in common, somehow an equalizer. It doesn't matter how rich or famous you are, or the struggles and miseries you've gone through... we are all going to meet the same end eventually.
Overcoming our Fear of Death
First the cradle then the grave... as sure as the souls just flow from Birth to the Death. (lyrics of my song Through the Long way)
I do believe both Life are Death are in balance in Nature... Romantification of Death can be dangerous, though we often find it in old poetry and literature, in tales of cross hearted lovers like Romeo and Juliet...
I accept Death, it´s just a natural process, it is key to keep balance, yet I confess I find the moment of "ceasing" or "disruption of life" is sad. I've seen Death, I've been close to it too, I have experienced loss and mourning, and the only romantic thing about it is that it taught me "love" lasts beyond Death. As long as we remember, the ones that we have loved and lost live in us still.
Thanatophobia (fear of death) is a condition that describes the fear and anxiety in the awareness of our mortality, a fear of "ceasing to exist". The name Thanatophobia takes from the Greek figure of death known as Thanatos.
Or fear of death is a primal instinct, to fear Death is a natural thing... after all that is why we are equipped with our "fight or flee" response to protect our lives. We long to live. Yet being anxious and overwhelmed by that fear is not a good thing. We must not forget the joy in living.
Our ways to manage this fear differ, some seek comfort in religion and somehow overriding Death into an afterlife. I am not exploring this, as I think it´s a beautiful comforting thought yet what lies beyond is unknown...
Sometimes it's so hard to see death as a positive thing. Many of us have experience loss. Death is often a taboo topic, and something difficult to accept no matter how natural it is. The first time I saw a bird dying as a child my heart clenched. It was terrible. How quickly all it was extinguishes, that "something" gone. I have been vegetarian since 8 years old because I cannot bear the thought of anything dying for my sake.
I saw all my pets die while being held and close to my heart... In many ways they taught me to accept it because they were gone embraced in love.
Still both Life and Death are part of Nature, both balance its cycles. Still it is only logical and rational that we must accept that we will all eventually die. Why should we fear something that is so inevitable, and somehow needed?
Like fungi grow on dead trees... Nature teaches us Life just transform... we are all part of an endless cycle...
I remember a chapter of "The Storyteller" 80s TV series "The Soldier and the Death" The fairy tale tells of a Soldier that tricks the Devil playing cards and earns a magic sack in which he finally traps Death inside. But though he successfully kidnaps Death he sees what would happen in the world if no one and nothing could die...
It´s all about "balance". It's about cycles.
The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust! (Nietzche)
I do admit I do fear to die... but somehow I have understood that fear better, that maybe we are afraid to run out of time having not lived to the fullest. So wherever you are at:
Seek happiness, seek for meaning, LIVE fully and wisely...! Cherish and be grateful!
Until then... LIVE :)
Till Death do us part
But until then... LIVE
Seize the Day
"For Dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return"
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I hope you found it curious, it is not that well-known... if you ever visit the area it is worth a walk by even if only because of its "oddity". In no way and despite its dark Nature I am meaning to be ominous... on the contrary, I hope it has awakened some food for thoughts too.
Above: a final farewell shot taken with my phone
Disclaimer: All the pictures in this post are taken by me or in collaboration with my partner @hedac. All Rights Reserved.
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com
The Ice forest: Fantasy photoshoot and making of
It´s so cold when North Winds blow
bringing hail and pearls of frost
That´s the way that you do chill me to the bone
(Lyrics from my song Flame)
In Spain there is a beautiful world, "Cencellada", for this particular meteorological event. I think the English translation would be "rime". It happens when it's misty and Temperature drops drastically and the water vapor and droplets in the fog freeze quickly. The result looks like if everything has magically turned into ice, a glass-looking forest covered in fragile frost needles and scales (sometimes showing the direction in which the wind blows), and trees turn absolutely white as if made of standing snow... It looks magical and so ethereal.
As you know as a fantasy musician and illustrator I also find inspiration and enjoy doing fantasy photo shoots. It was the first day of 2017 and despite being extremely cold Héctor and I wanted to celebrate doing what we love the most, hiking out int he Wilderness. We usually work as a team, he enjoys scenery and landscape photography and I love to dress up in fantasy costumes (as my music and art is inspired by fantasy and fairy tales). So as we drove up the mountains everything started to transform, the mist vanished and pale, white slender beech trees loomed out as we entered into a "Frozen World".
What we found was even more rare and especial, and this is likely one of my favourite photoshoots ever. I hope you feel the magic of the moment too through them. I have never shared them "together" day, so writing this blog post also was for me a lovely way to revisit a cherished memory.
-It is very cold. -@hedac said... Are you sure you want to go for it? (He knows I would reply "Of course")
It was bitter cold, -10 ºC and wind chill factor made it felt much lower. I am a person that takes baths in the river in late Winter so I can endure cold weather rather well but as I was undressing I felt it "cutting my skin". So there I was putting on a corset not wanting to miss the chance. I made the cloak and skirt myself. I had a white thin fabric I often use for my stage performances. I had been gifted a wonderful mask, crafted by Vincent Cantillon, and happened to have a white dress in the trunk of the car (as somehow we were expecting to find a place with snow). Lucky!
Wind lifted the veils in odd ghostly shapes. The word is haunting.
We took plenty of photos and lost track of time until there came a moment I felt my fingertips had hardened (literally) and went completely numb. I stopped feeling my hands entirely and I felt a slight trigger of alarm, so that was the moment to halt and go back to the car.
-"I can't fight the keys of the car" -Hector said as he started to look around and in his pockets.
I panicked a little and started to shiver. I had no coat or gloves. It took a little time until he did hahah and those were looooong minutes for me.
Below: A mosaic of "behind the scenes" and highlights all taken with my phone including me and my poor fingers! Happy and cozy after I had warmed up with the car´s heating and hot tea (A thermos flask is a must for this kind of adventures). I hope you find the photos worth. My hands did hurt quite a while but I love to have been able to be part of that fairy-tale moment.
After we were comforted we ventured up again to film some footage, and a blizzard compelled us to drive back home, but not before we could make some very dramatic videos for our music projects.
All pictures are taken with my phone except the ones I'm appearing in, that were taken in collaboration with @hedac and edited by myself. He took amazing shots that day as well that I hope he shares his too. Next one is also from my phone (not quite as spectacular as the ones he did but you can make an idea).
Since, we have been waiting for the weather to replicate this elusive meteorological event (rare in my region), to find again a door open into this magical Ice Frozen Woods. We visit the location in Navarre, Spain always shifting along with the seasons.
Priscilla Hernandez
singer-songwriter & illustrator
http://yidneth.com