Saturday, May 18, 2013

dc fillip (and more)

Once he had been a great magician and hypnotist.
His succes rapidly grew and his shows were always sold out.
But with the years, while his fame and popularity (and vanity) rose,
his concentration and passion and so his skills began to wane.
(There had been a few little signs of decline during his last shows.)
One day, at the request of a kind benefactor he performed at an orphanage and ...
disaster hit.
The second girl he hypnotized, Ella (with her red umbrella,but that's another story),
Ella didn't react to his fillip, she didn't woke up,
fillip, fillip, fillip...nothing happened.
She did everything he asked her, her eyes were open and she smiled, but that was it.
The curtains closed, the curtains opened, the show went on.
After his performance he decided to adopt Ella, because she only reacted to his voice
(and to avoid coming into disrepute, ofcourse).
The girl followed him everywhere and some believed she was just faking,
(the world of entertainment no doubt, was much more exciting than life in the orphanage).

Ella had an older brother who had fled the orphanage at the age of fourteen.
His name was Plillip.
After some wanderings, fate and good fortune brought Phillip in contact with an Arabian prince.
The prince immediately noticed the young man's exceptional love for horses.
That love gave him a special gift in handling them and he was offered a nice and well-paid job.
Soon he built himself a fine reputation as horsewhisperer.

Than the day came he went looking for his little sister.
It took him alot of trouble to find out where she was,
but when he did he jumped on his horse and fast as he could,
he rode to the house of the hypnotist.

The man denied everything.He had grown quiet fond of Ella.
( don't worry, he never had bad intentions)
Plillip looked him deep in the eyes, he had better not,
in a flash he was hypnotized.
Move! go and never return, the hypnotist said.
Plillip did move,like a sleepwalker he went through the hall,
he climbed the stairs, and another staircase to the attic and (oh no!) onto the roof.
The hypnotist was filliping madly but without result.
Plillip was now walking on the ridge of the roof
and it looked like nothing could stop him.
But Phillip loved horses and the love was mutual.
His horse smelled the danger, it started neighing and stomping,
and where the hypnotist failed , the horse succeeded.
Phillip awoke.
And so did Ella... Plillip, she whispered.
Together they took off without looking behind and lived their lives with ups and downs (but many more ups,they were done with the downs).
The hypnotist withdrew from public life and wrote his memoirs .
He  died some years later, leaving all his belongings to Ella.

 Stefanie provided me with enough 'fillip' to write a  little story ;)
please take a look at this wonderful artist's blog to find out
who took up the challenge this week and enjoy,

have a beautiful weekend


  1. historias de tus mundos de azul y arena...


  2. fantastically beautiful ♥ thank you!

  3. youR pictuRes. youR woRds.
    Really amazing.
    meRci. käthe.

  4. i think your grandson is in for a surprise... do tell him the story!
    the whole of your picture is very dramatic and highly magical..

  5. A lovely little story, and a gorgeous, dreamy image!

  6. Magical story, magical painting- thank you for sharing this;-)

  7. Renilde. I pull my hat off to you!
    Your story is wonderful, and your paintings are outstanding
    nobody could do it better than you!
    I congratulate you!
    (I must admit that at one point I thought that the hypnotist had bad intentions with Ella).

    You must retire on time when you're on top
    (this could be the moral) :))) Ha Ha!!!
    have a nice weekend!!!!!!!!!!

  8. Wow what a wonderful story and those pictures! just amazing, what a fine little booket it would be! you just took every fillip that you could possibly think of, in it!

  9. a good little story. i enjoyed it and your pictures.....very good!

  10. Your painting is fantastic! Love those colours, my what lovely blues you have. Your story is amazing too, and together what a beautiful post you have offered up to share. Thank you.

  11. Renilde, I am enthralled with your skill as story teller, and even more with your talent as painter! Thanks for this wonderful tale. The rescue horse is a beauty!
    xxoo. sus

  12. Renilde, I whisper...
    wow, thank you so much, I mean, this is just amazing, great, wonderful... you know I am a lover of your paintings, and this time I want to say: Please go on writing, so wonderful. A fairytale at its best. And together with your profile photo... you are a wise woman, I am glad you´re with us here. It´s a present!
    x Stefanie

  13. a magical story
    so beautiful together with
    your magical work and world
    and all the time Stefanie was on my mind
    i am sure she was on yours
    while making this
    please Renilde, keep on working
    and writing!

    Patrice A.

  14. such a wonderful tale
    and your painting is such a joy to see
    your colors and textures are gorgeous
    the horse, the ground, the buildings all so wonderful
    so very creative of you ~

  15. Renilde you are so wonderful. This is page after page of reading and amazing paintings to bring the story to life. I enjoyed this post just so much! What a brilliant entertaining artistic post. N, xo

  16. oh my your really doing it! what a story- so much with the painting- you so need to do a book !

  17. Dear Renilde this is so cute and wonderful and it is totally clear to me, that you should write and illustrate your own children books! Honestly. That is, as an enrichment for the children as for the reader.