What you see before you is a rare thing indeed. She is what whispers in the branches of dark forgotten forests. That sting on your ankle when you've wandered too far into the brush. A part of the mists that frightened and inspired the ancients. All woad spirals and pale blue skin. You dont truly think the Picts came up with this look all on their own, now do you?

Taillte is the embodiment of the fae spirit. Flitting from branch to branch... melding with shadow and light. Fiercly protecing her precious forest. She is a representation of the faery we seem to have forgotten. Strong, fearless, a part of the wood. Not the pampered, flower petal skirted "fairy" we fantacize them as.

Taillte is captured in brief seconds before a spring into the air... her muscles taut.. her mud matted hair still recovering from her landing just an eye-blink before. You see, these fae do not stay motionless for long... and this is, as I said, a veritably rare thing!

Sculpted from Polymer Clay
Hand painted with acrylics.
Decorated with twigs and shell beads.