‘Twixt Night and Morn!
The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church.
Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable!
Described as the bête noire of the long forgotten dearly departed – the Lady B is a storyteller, spiritual sleuth and a seeker of the dead.
She is also something of a miniaturist and sculptor.
A Lady’s musings by candlelight.
‘Twixt Night And Morn.
YOUR Conscience?
On this day in the year 1739, a notorious felon by the batismal name of Richard Turpin from the County of Essex went to the gallows at York Tyburn attired in a smart new frock coat and shoes.
My Lady Brigante?
The truth is altogether more unremarkable for although blessed with an illustrious lineage – Lady B was in truth raised in genteel affluence in the City of York.
The Door to Hell?
As dawn broke one chilly February morning – a local tinsmith walked from his workshop in Fossgate towards the notorious passageway known as Black Horse Passage.
Waking the Dead?
With the door of an atelier closed for the day – it is possible to catch a glimpse of a celebrated storyteller wandering through the unquiet streets and secret passages in a quest to wake the dead.
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A Mourning Walk?
“As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.”
Rumi
Would you like to enjoy a unique and private stroll far from the maddening crowds through the secret passages and old snickelways of the City of York including a wander along the riverside?
Why not take A Mourning Walk with the Lady Brigante one evening and learn of the long-forgotten dead?
And there will also be the opportunity to learn something of an ancient city’s most infamous ghosts along the walk.
Curious much?
The Sometime artist…
‘Only the broken know
What it’s like to live inside
Of their imagination.
Creating worlds to dream in,
We are artists of the mind.
Our true gift is survivial.
Christy Ann Martine
As All Hallows Eve beckons – whisper has it that an small emporium seeped in all manner of ancient folktale and superstition will open its door to welcome those discerning folk with a penchant for retail indulgence and a predilection for all that is extraordinary…
A ghost scribbler…
‘The lawn is pressed by unseen feet,
And ghosts return
Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn.
The sad intangible, who grieve and yearn…
‘T. S. Elliot
Deep within the confines of a cluttered atelier nestled among the groaning shelves of old paint, baskets of clay, pots of glue, and other strange implements and although contemplated by stuffed corvids and a tattered skull – a restless spirit awaits.
From the most haunted city within an ancient isle – an ineluctable curiosity begins to stir…
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For curious minds who are mindful to eavesdrop on the creative musings from an artist’s atelier or eager to discover the mysteries hidden within the Brigante Vault and the unquiet graveyards with their secrets of the long-forgotten – why not become a Patron and step inside the twilight world of this celebrated miniaturist and storyteller?
YOUR generosity of spirit is noted AND appreciated.
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join m’lady for tea?
And for those of a curious mind who would like to take a peek at the bundles of old documents, burial records, and hear the untold tales of nefarious deeds and suspicious deaths from the exclusive Brigante archives – why not cross the threshold of a twilight world nestled inside a little slice of the web to which the Lady B has since laid claim?
Your generosity of spirit is noted and appreciated.
