The Fall Of Rose
This beautiful large scale hand embroidered textile print is part of my 2014 Cavan Folklore collection The Hallow
This picture is a beautifully hand embroidered textile print of my original water colour and ink drawing. It is limited to 10 editions , this is edition n9. However the hand embroidered detail ensures that actually every piece is unique.
Frame: Oak Veneer made by local woodworkers
Size: 96x96cm
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The following unique story comes printed as part of the piece:
The Fall of Rose’
“When my mother Rose was a little girl she went out one day picking blueberries with her brothers and sisters in Shercock. Her mother -my grandmother- knew all about the fairies and warned Rose not to go near the fairy tree or touch it. But Rose being Rose separated herself from everyone and went up around the fairy tree. And when she did there was a tumbling swirl and suddenly she wasn’t on earth anymore but underneath the earth!
Because Rose was missing everybody was out looking for her. When night came people were out at Lough Sillan lake with bikes and lanterns calling out for Rose.
Back at home her mother waited just incase Rose came back and sure enough she did. My grandmother said “Rose what happened you?” Rose told her mother that she was down there with the fairies, they all grabbed her and pulled her and scrubbed her skin with carbolic soap.My grandmother couldn’t understand how Rose had managed to come back to earth. Because she knew - knowing all about the fairies- that once the fairies get you and scrub you and your clothes, they scrub all your memories of the earth and you can’t return.
That night Rose woke up and she was crying with pain. Her mother came into her and asked her what was wrong? Rose said “Mammy look at my finger, it’s all swollen.” Her mother looked at the fringer and there deep in the skin was a tiny little thorn that had come from a thorn bush here on earth and that the fairies had missed. If the fairies had found the thorn all of those memories of life on earth would have been wiped.
And that’s how Rose survived her trip to the otherworld..”
Story told by Ann Smith (RIP)
This beautiful large scale hand embroidered textile print is part of my 2014 Cavan Folklore collection The Hallow
This picture is a beautifully hand embroidered textile print of my original water colour and ink drawing. It is limited to 10 editions , this is edition n9. However the hand embroidered detail ensures that actually every piece is unique.
Frame: Oak Veneer made by local woodworkers
Size: 96x96cm
Enjoy free shipping in Ireland!
The following unique story comes printed as part of the piece:
The Fall of Rose’
“When my mother Rose was a little girl she went out one day picking blueberries with her brothers and sisters in Shercock. Her mother -my grandmother- knew all about the fairies and warned Rose not to go near the fairy tree or touch it. But Rose being Rose separated herself from everyone and went up around the fairy tree. And when she did there was a tumbling swirl and suddenly she wasn’t on earth anymore but underneath the earth!
Because Rose was missing everybody was out looking for her. When night came people were out at Lough Sillan lake with bikes and lanterns calling out for Rose.
Back at home her mother waited just incase Rose came back and sure enough she did. My grandmother said “Rose what happened you?” Rose told her mother that she was down there with the fairies, they all grabbed her and pulled her and scrubbed her skin with carbolic soap.My grandmother couldn’t understand how Rose had managed to come back to earth. Because she knew - knowing all about the fairies- that once the fairies get you and scrub you and your clothes, they scrub all your memories of the earth and you can’t return.
That night Rose woke up and she was crying with pain. Her mother came into her and asked her what was wrong? Rose said “Mammy look at my finger, it’s all swollen.” Her mother looked at the fringer and there deep in the skin was a tiny little thorn that had come from a thorn bush here on earth and that the fairies had missed. If the fairies had found the thorn all of those memories of life on earth would have been wiped.
And that’s how Rose survived her trip to the otherworld..”
Story told by Ann Smith (RIP)
This beautiful large scale hand embroidered textile print is part of my 2014 Cavan Folklore collection The Hallow
This picture is a beautifully hand embroidered textile print of my original water colour and ink drawing. It is limited to 10 editions , this is edition n9. However the hand embroidered detail ensures that actually every piece is unique.
Frame: Oak Veneer made by local woodworkers
Size: 96x96cm
Enjoy free shipping in Ireland!
The following unique story comes printed as part of the piece:
The Fall of Rose’
“When my mother Rose was a little girl she went out one day picking blueberries with her brothers and sisters in Shercock. Her mother -my grandmother- knew all about the fairies and warned Rose not to go near the fairy tree or touch it. But Rose being Rose separated herself from everyone and went up around the fairy tree. And when she did there was a tumbling swirl and suddenly she wasn’t on earth anymore but underneath the earth!
Because Rose was missing everybody was out looking for her. When night came people were out at Lough Sillan lake with bikes and lanterns calling out for Rose.
Back at home her mother waited just incase Rose came back and sure enough she did. My grandmother said “Rose what happened you?” Rose told her mother that she was down there with the fairies, they all grabbed her and pulled her and scrubbed her skin with carbolic soap.My grandmother couldn’t understand how Rose had managed to come back to earth. Because she knew - knowing all about the fairies- that once the fairies get you and scrub you and your clothes, they scrub all your memories of the earth and you can’t return.
That night Rose woke up and she was crying with pain. Her mother came into her and asked her what was wrong? Rose said “Mammy look at my finger, it’s all swollen.” Her mother looked at the fringer and there deep in the skin was a tiny little thorn that had come from a thorn bush here on earth and that the fairies had missed. If the fairies had found the thorn all of those memories of life on earth would have been wiped.
And that’s how Rose survived her trip to the otherworld..”
Story told by Ann Smith (RIP)
