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The Haunting of Flight Feathers

By Toni Cogdell   Wed, Dec 30, 2009

Only the sporadic sound of twigs underfoot suggests someone is there. If not for the slight swaying of a branch or the twisting of a leaf her presence would remain unannounced.

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By Toni Cogdell

Toni Cogdell

Path of the Dream Walker

"I grew up dreaming. Armed with paintbrushes, sketchbooks and an ocean-deep heart I stepped onto the path of Art and walked in the direction of my dreams, knowing it wasn't an easy route I had chosen, but the only one that will lead me home.

Working and living in Bristol, in the South West of England, I spend my days painting in a woodland studio under the watchful gaze of squirrel, deer and a myriad of forest dwellers.

I have always had a passion for painting figuratively, seeking to convey emotion and spirit through the human form. The natural world with the legends and archetypes our earth is steeped in provides an endless source of inspiration for me.

Painting isn't something I do; it's more a case of who I am. My first language, my truest love, whether drawing, or painting in oils, acrylics or watercolour I seek to tell my story, your story and the ancient stories Gaia whispers to the trees."

 

Toni has been a member of Enchanted Folk since September 2007

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