Night Sprite Maria: In the womb of wonder she waits, her face obscured by the inky darkness of her past, leaving slivers of present promises from her ruby lips to her pale fingertips and the teasing kiss of the pearl on the lobe of her ear… What whispers does the diamond of the sea sing to her? An Angel of memories orchestrating the strings of our subconscious symphony, she is both delicately graceful and subtly strong, moving through the abyss like Dempsey flies dance on the surface of a pond. I love her poise and her elegance. I can see her in conjuring motion or mid conversation. Artistically, I am most drawn to her hands and the playful point of her toes, the curve of her belly and the peak of her nipples which I see imaginary wings aligned behind her as if every lightning strike and tingle might be illuminated along their wispy lines as she dances in the night sky to conjure shadows to play with… But then, that must be the painter in me talking! Thank you (both Manring and Maria, plus any behind the scenes assistants and supporters!) for sharing!