Ione | "I will tell you a fairy story. These stories are always the hardest ones to tell because one must keep insisting that they are true." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"I will tell you a fairy story. These stories are always the hardest ones to tell because one must keep insisting that they are true."
Ione | "Yet, think about the fact that a peacock is born out of an egg..." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"Yet, think about the fact that a peacock is born out of an egg..."
Ione | "It happened in a field of flowers... in Chile." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"It happened in a field of flowers... in Chile."
Ione | "As the flower stood there, soaking in the sun and water and hearing the soothing buzzing of bees, it had a moment of complete perfection." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"As the flower stood there, soaking in the sun and water and hearing the soothing buzzing of bees, it had a moment of complete perfection."
Ione | "A warm breeze blew through the meadow and the flower swayed, and it felt so right and good...Perhaps I do not need the breeze to dance..." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"A warm breeze blew through the meadow and the flower swayed, and it felt so right and good...Perhaps I do not need the breeze to dance..."
Ione | "Finally, as dawn shattered the darkness in a thousand small pieces, the flower moved." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"Finally, as dawn shattered the darkness in a thousand small pieces, the flower moved."
Ione | "A little after midday...the flower executed a dramatic swaying movement...and one of her roots came loose from the soil." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"A little after midday...the flower executed a dramatic swaying movement...and one of her roots came loose from the soil."
Ione | Weeping...the flower...begged for an answer...'Dance', whispered the sun." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Weeping...the flower...begged for an answer...'Dance', whispered the sun."
Ione | "She began to walk on her delicate roots, and every living thing on the Earth stopped to watch her." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"She began to walk on her delicate roots, and every living thing on the Earth stopped to watch her."
Ione | "The flower-being...admired the beauty of the [dead] butterfly's wings...and held them to her back, where they instantly merged with her shoulder blades." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"The flower-being...admired the beauty of the [dead] butterfly's wings...and held them to her back, where they instantly merged with her shoulder blades."
Ione | "She was the first fairy...She had a difficult winter. All of the flowers died...She needed a friend." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"She was the first fairy...She had a difficult winter. All of the flowers died...She needed a friend."
Ione | ..."Ione found another flower with the courage to try...First one root and then another and finally she was free, and she collapsed on the ground and fell immediately to sleep." | Suzanne Morey Lee
..."Ione found another flower with the courage to try...First one root and then another and finally she was free, and she collapsed on the ground and fell immediately to sleep."
Ione | "...when a child is born, a fairy flies to the new baby and makes three wishes for it...And everybody knows how powerful fairy wishes are." | Suzanne Morey Lee
"...when a child is born, a fairy flies to the new baby and makes three wishes for it...And everybody knows how powerful fairy wishes are."
Ione | Image 14 | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "I will tell you a fairy story. These stories are always the hardest ones to tell because one must keep insisting that they are true." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "Yet, think about the fact that a peacock is born out of an egg..." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "It happened in a field of flowers... in Chile." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "As the flower stood there, soaking in the sun and water and hearing the soothing buzzing of bees, it had a moment of complete perfection." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "A warm breeze blew through the meadow and the flower swayed, and it felt so right and good...Perhaps I do not need the breeze to dance..." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "Finally, as dawn shattered the darkness in a thousand small pieces, the flower moved." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "A little after midday...the flower executed a dramatic swaying movement...and one of her roots came loose from the soil." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | Weeping...the flower...begged for an answer...'Dance', whispered the sun." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "She began to walk on her delicate roots, and every living thing on the Earth stopped to watch her." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "The flower-being...admired the beauty of the [dead] butterfly's wings...and held them to her back, where they instantly merged with her shoulder blades." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "She was the first fairy...She had a difficult winter. All of the flowers died...She needed a friend." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | ..."Ione found another flower with the courage to try...First one root and then another and finally she was free, and she collapsed on the ground and fell immediately to sleep." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | "...when a child is born, a fairy flies to the new baby and makes three wishes for it...And everybody knows how powerful fairy wishes are." | Suzanne Morey Lee
Ione | Thumbnail 14 | Suzanne Morey Lee

Ione

Ione, by Michele Aranguiz, is an enchanting fairy story that I was given the privilege of illustrating. The excerpts here are but a glimpse of her amazing fable.

Title: Ione

Author: Michele Aranguiz, Portland, OR

Date: 1999

Illustrations: Suzanne Morey Lee

Illustration Grant: Regional Arts & Culture Council, Portland, OR

Materials: originals- archival paper, fabric paint

Dimensions: original collages 11 x 14″

Photography: Loren Nelson, Portland, OR, Suzanne Morey Lee