Ellen Stedfeld
Bio
Visual artist & writer specializes in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments @EllesaurArts.com
Stories (10/0)
Dreams Adrift
Tooot, all aboard! Dreams aloft. Setting sail for new possibilities, a ship without compare, and bearing a boatload of opportunities, from glittering rooms to one lucky ticket, top to bottom you're a winner, fated, honored, Everyone! Bring your hopes and baggage on this ride beyond all your greatest imagining, one and only, inconceivable, inevitable, irresistible... The Titanic!
By Ellen Stedfeldabout a month ago in Poets
Art In The Garden
Especially when I move to a new neighborhood, I try not to walk home the same way twice. New York City has so much to share on every block, whether it's tasty restaurants or obscure architectural details, convenient dollar stores or cute stray cats. It helps to notice where the closest delis are and how late they stay open, what's happening at the art center or library, if the nearby bar has outdoor seating this season, which side of the street boasts the smoothest sidewalks in case I ever need to roll a suitcase around (and which cracked ones make the most interesting photos), how busy the laundromat is right now, when a new business will be opening, beautiful murals or graffiti to admire, and where I can get a dramatic view of the sky.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 months ago in Journal
A Frosty Outing
[SFS 7] This was the meeting place, but no one was in sight. She looked around suspiciously. It was just like him to give her the wrong time, or set the stage beforehand with a tricky prank. Then she heard his voice nearby, before she could actually see him. "Love the scarf, dear."
By Ellen Stedfeld9 months ago in Fiction
The Marigold Cafe
[SFS 4] A single marigold in a vase on the windowsill. The bright yellow caught her eye, and the feeling of foreshadowing that came over her as she lifted the flower and twirled it between her fingers. What's next? she asked it. To anyone else it would seem an insignificant detail of the room, but for her it felt like the most important clue of all.
By Ellen Stedfeld10 months ago in Fiction
A Deliciously Dangerous Game
[SFS 2] The scene was perfect. A fancy restaurant, glittering table settings, they had both dressed to the nines. In all the years M and R had worked together, against each other, chased each other across borders of time and space, and vehemently vowed to end each other, she had never expected them to end up here.
By Ellen Stedfeld10 months ago in Fiction
At Eventide, We Meet
She clutched the locket to her chest, amidst the sour howling winds. Her hair flew around her face, her brow knotted in worry, but her fingers held firmly around the metal heart. Everything within sight was a dark luminescent blue, punctured by stains of black shadow. Except, between the latticed tendrils of its casing, at the locket's center burned a light like the last coal in a fading fire. She rubbed her fingers against its surface, as though to warm them from the chill. It was not a good night to stand in these desolate wastelands alone. As if ever there was? "I will stay until the time appointed."
By Ellen Stedfeld11 months ago in Fiction
Cultivating Creativity
I could make art every day for the rest of my life, and never run out of ideas. Not only have I learned to draw in many styles, to use paints and charcoal and a multitude of materials, but I have trained myself to see limitless inspiration.
By Ellen Stedfeld11 months ago in Humans
