Delia And Her Dancing Bears

Delia And Her Dancing Bears     11"x15"x1"      Acrylic on wood

One a Winter evening, Admiral Oddfellow Bluebeard heard a tiny knock at the door. Upon opening it, he found a fair-haired girl scarcely bigger than a small fire hydrant - shivering, peering up at him, but saying nothing. The girl, called Delia (according to the scrap of paper pinned to her clothes), grew much taller in her time at Oddfellow's, but her hair remained white-blonde, and her eyes remained the same dark pools that first peered up at the Admiral all those years ago.  She wears the official capelet of the Society for the Care and Appreciation of Dancing Bears, as she prefers the company of the school's furrier denizens. She still hasn't spoken.