by Metra Mitchell
Witchy women hold us spellbound in the darkness of night. The distressing world is reflected in her eyes as she sets her focus on a new consciousness further down the path. Goosebumps, tears of sorrow, tears of joy, neurotic laughter, and madness swirl around these restless spirits on an endless flight. These characters are not like the other girls in town. There are her long curtain-like bangs, her witchy fingers, and- oh yeah- her ability to see beyond the material world. She must keep her ability a secret from the nosy narrow-minded locals. Watch the illusionistic shadows projecting and dancing along the walls of the witch’s hut as light pulsates from her altar candles, Wake the witch, seize the night, and encounter certain dark things which need love and nurturing. Like a whirling gust of wind, the elusive witch leaves a trail of mischief in her wake. The sensuous drama of her mystery lives alongside chaos just brimming with contradictions.