Dawn

About the name of the painting: My father, who I adored, was an opera singer. My home was filled with singing and music and he used to sing a duet about a Watchman, who looked at a glimmering star and waited for the dawn to arrive - and here it is - the dawn :)

I kind of feel like the name is a personal message from him to me.

Here is the fairy tale of Dawn:

The setting is deep in the forrest, the sun is about to rise from the east, starting a new cycle.

A fairy queen sits under the big Oak in the middleground, sending out a message. She has just kissed the white dove, providing it with fairy dust for protection on it's flight, enabling extra strenght to the doves wings to reach it´s destination safely. 

Her magic is rooted in the support of the big solid, strong and vivid Oaktree. The Oak shields her from the heavy rain and strong wind, with it's tall and wide leafy crown, providing the fairy queen with emotional oxygen and the mental strength to create her own sunshine and pixy dust.

A deer is sneaking into the background from the left side, and it looks quite perplexed by it all, having his cognitive tool located inside the antlers on top of his head.