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The Sleeping Giant Awakes
The giant has just awakened from a century's long sleep and is moving from his resting place where he has become part of the landscape and geography. On his back are the trees and the shrubs that have grown there over the years along with the ruins of human habitations that have been built thereon long ago- castle-like structures and ruined edifices, all from a bygone era like the giant himself.
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From the Hedge
"My name is Kevin Buntin, and I currently reside within the wilds of Troy, Ohio, with my beautiful wife, one very eccentric cat, and many, many Wee Folk and miscellaneous magical beings packed away in my mind. Art has always been a part of my life, quite literally. I was drawing Viking ships teeming with warriors on "Goldenrod" notebook paper and modeling mummies, Frankenstein monsters- and various other creatures that not too many other people were seeing- every day. Back then I worked in Plasticine clay and had done so as early as my first day of elementary school. As my creatures came to life in my hands, so too, did their respective tales unfold in my mind as they told who they were.
I see all these creatures quite vividly and they do live- not just in my head, but elsewhere. And it is through my tales and my art that I bring these teeming masses to life. However, even though I did my art and told my tales for a very long time, there came a day when I left it all behind. For another long period of time- nearly twelve years- I did just about anything but create... and I was not a happy man. All was gray... And then I met a lovely lady who shone like the sun and she did say, "So... what do you want to do?" And I could no longer remember what that was!!!!! However, it finally came back to me that once upon a very long time ago, I had wanted to be 'an artist'.
And now here I am once again, on the path I was meant to be: making...dolls...? Well, I'm doing art at any rate and I currently do so full time. I often see myself as really more of a storyteller than an artist or sculptor; it's just that I do so via both written word and the sculptural media. I have many creatures clamoring for release from my mind- all queued up within... and it is a very long line, and they will likely outlast me and the time I have to bring them out to the mortal world."
Kevin has been a member of Enchanted Folk since October 2007
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The Ghosts of Kilmartin and The Kings of Dunadd
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Raven Call
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Exploring the Stone Circles of Cornwall
During our recent holiday to Cornwall, my partner and I were lucky enough to pay a visit to several of the incredible, ancient stone circles that are in abundance in this part of England. When thinking of the ancient standing stones, one immediately thinks of Stonehenge or those at Avebury. However, Cornwall has a plethora of ancient circles and megaliths that are well worth visiting in their own right.
Autumn Ramblings
An elderly relation of mine has always said that you can judge how cold a Winter will be by the amount of berries that grow in the Autumn that comes before. "Nature looks after her children," he would say. "And offers plenty before the long dark days come. Look to the trees - the more berries you see, the harsher a Winter you should expect."
The Gathering, The Unfolding….
I hold my breath. There's a distant drumming echoing around the edge of my consciousness, unable to decipher whether it's my own heart or the beat of another place and time entirely I let it flow on regardless.
Of Scoop Marks in the Lawn, Creatures of the Night & Dreams of the Machine
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Dark Alchemy and Temperance
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