The Man with the Sea-green Eyes appears in “Longing for Bohemia” a self published chap book by Lisa Noble.
What happens if you are face painting at Folklife and a magical storm whips up and whisks you away to the shores of mystic Bohemia? Here is my voyage over the Rainbow.
Lisa Noble worked for many years as a face painter at hundreds of festivals and events. She was swept into it while studying to be part of the volunteer make-up crew for the Seattle Opera, and after her first face painting gig at Bumbershoot, she fell down the rabbit hole. Here Lisa and fellow artist Mary Jane B-D brave the tempest and add a touch of whimsy and magic to the blustery day… The Man With the Sea-green Eyes…
We are Folklife mavens of whimsy in our makeshift festival pavilion, my gypsy frock pasley’ed with glitter, your red high tops a fantasy of sequins and Aqua-color.
You can paint butterfly masks like nobodies business and I, Lisa queen of the rainbow unicorns have pockets stuffed with one-dollar bills as I shout out: NEXT!
Somewhere a steel drum plunks out a sweet, sweet melody, I crack my knuckles and sip my paint water as I clean my brush in your coffee. “Who’s next?” I say as I shake latte foam off my make-up brush, “do you want sparkles on your purple dragonfly?”
A man with sea-green eyes waits patiently in line, content to watch as we transform the children of May into Avatars and Dancing Dakinis: an alchemy of theater make-up, glitter and a wee bit of fairy magic.
We sway to the steel drum music: “NEXT!”
We laugh as the Bubble Man cavorts soap and humidity into iridescent miracles that float and explode in the blustery air.
“NEXT!” and next! and next! Kids and grown-ups braving the storm for a face paint a whimsy, a moon-beam Atlantis! NEXT!
Bubbles, cherry blossom petals, one-dollar bills and glitter whirl in the wind like confetti. Our pavilion threatens to blow away like Dorothy’s house up a tornado. and the rain splats down hard, people crowd into the shelter of our tent as Indian bedspreads and Mylar stars snap against us like sails on a mystic ship bound for the distant shores of Bohemia.
I paint sun designs on virgin bellybuttons to appease the thunder sprites: “NEXT!”
You envy my Gortex, I, your finger-less gloves, “NEXT!
You loan someone a blanky as I tell a little girl the story of Shaharizard. Like magic , the sun sun suddenly breaks through the clouds and the steel drum music is as splendid as a solar triumph.
The patient man finally gets to be next. To my delight, the man with the sea-green eyes takes off his cap, and to the tune of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, I paint a glimmering blue mandala, on his beautiful bald head.
Follow this blog for more kid’s stories. Lisa’s full length YA novel, “The Charman Chronicles: the Book of Fire” is available at her on-line shop: http://www.cafepress/lisanoble.com as well as on Amazon.com and Kindle