Fantasy Sculpture by Lana Quenneville

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Original one-of-a-kind. Signed by artist Lana Quenneville

Height: 12 1/2" high (Faerie 8/12" if standing), (Horse 9 1/2" high)

Hair: Blonde Mohair - Faerie Queen
White Mohair - horse

Eyes: Hand-painted spring green eyes

Body: Fully sculpted prosculpt - Faerie Queen
Fully sculpted epoxy sculpt - horse
No molds or patterns used

Costume: Hand made silk fiber gown, gold net tulle and hand applied trim. Hand applied beads and silk molded slippers,
Horse's tack is handsculpted from epoxy sculpt and embellished with velvet and silk ribbons, glass beads, and bells.

Props: None

Price: $400. plus shipping (Insurance/tracking included)

In the Scottish ballad of TamLin, young Margaret wins her true love back from the Faerie Queen who has captured him for one of her knights. Haughty, imperious, and dangerously beautiful, Margart defies the Queen of Faeries for the life of her true love. Luckily, the fae are bound by their word and rules more complicated than many would understand and despite her anger, Margaret wins back her betrothed.

from The Ballad of TamLin

Now tell to me the truth, Tamlin
A truth - we will not lie-
If ever you were a mortal man
And christened the same as me?

Oh, I will tell the truth, Margaret
A truth - I will not lie -
It's truth I've been in holy chapel
And christened as well as thee

But once it fell upon a day
As hunting I did ride
As I rode East and I rode West
Strange chance did me betide

There blew a drowsy, drowsy wind
And sleep upon me fell
The Queen of Fairies she was there
And she took me to herself

And never would I tire, Margaret
In fairyland to dwell
And pleasant is the fairyland
But an eerie tale to tell

For aye, at every seven years
They pay a tithe to Hell
And I'm so fair and full of flesh
I'm feared 'twill be myself

...

Out then spoke the Queen of the Fairies
Out of a bush of broom
She that has gotten young Tamlin
Has gotten a stately groom

Out then spoke the Queen of the Fairies
And angry queen was she
Shame betide her ill-starred face
And an ill death may she die

Out then spoke the Queen of Fairies
Out of a bush of rye
She has gotten the fairest knight
In all my company

If what I'd see this night, Tamlin
Last night I'd understood
I'd have torn out thy two grey eyes
And put in two of wood

If what I see this night, Tamlin
Last night I'd only known
I'd have taken out your heart of flesh
Put in a heart of stone

If I'd but half the wit yestereen
That I have bought today
I'd have paid my tithe seven times to Hell
E'er you'd been won away