Our online collection cannot fully capture the grandeur of (Stars Fall). Airbrush and spray paint on plywood, the piece is a large and luminous four feet in height. At this scale, the rolling clouds and distant mountains create a strong sense of place. Drawing close enough to discern the fine details of the subject herself, the world of (Stars Fall) rise above and around, inviting the viewer to enter into the fairy’s world—an ambiguous land that is at once full of threat and wonder.
Literally, the sky has opened up. Motes of light are descending from above, but their meaning is uncertain. Metaphorically, a falling star is charged with magic and tragedy: a celestial entity comes to earth, for the briefest moment capturing the Christ story in a single blaze of silver. And at the same time, that light is extinguished. Whether a star has truly fallen or an asteroid has burnt itself to a cinder, there is one fewer member of the heavenly host.
The fairy herself is likewise ambiguous, her face unreadable. She may be joyful or weeping. Her posture might be seen as receptive, prayerful, or bent in sorrow. Her relationship to the light in her hands cannot be determined from the image, whether she is mourning the light or drawing strength from it, or both.