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"The Magic Lantern"

The painting "The Magic Lantern"

"The Magic Lantern" Commissioned by the National Multiple Sclerosis Society in honor of Kate Nielsen and Claude Nielsen. (4' x 9', tarpaper, acrylic, putty, and gold leaf.) This captivating work by artist Trés Taylor pays tribute to Kate Nielsen, past president of the Community Foundation, and her husband Claude Nielsen. The painting's whimsical story of Magdalena and a Monk and his enchanted lantern symbolizes the Nielsens' illuminating impact on our community. Their leadership has sparked transformative projects, including the Three Parks Initiative in 2006, which enhanced Railroad Park, Red Mountain Park, and Ruffner Mountain Nature Center. In 2021, Claude Nielsen established the Birmingham Gateways Improvement Fund, beautifying the city for the 2022 World Games. Through Taylor's unique technique of tarpaper, acrylic, putty, and gold leaf, this artwork celebrates the Nielsens' enduring legacy of community enrichment and visionary leadership. Below you can read the story that accompanies the painting

 

Once, during his travels, William Guadalupe, the patron Saint of Sunflowers, Birdsongs, and the Broken-hearted, learned of three villages that dwelled beneath a large mountain and which were well known far and wide for their friendly and joyful treatment of travelers. The three villages took great pride in their reputation for hospitality and welcomed all who passed through the region with a warm, heart-felt smile.


So William Guadalupe loaded his wicker basket with Sunflowers and rode off on his old bicycle in search of the friendly villages. As he pedaled up the winding path of the mountain, the world suddenly around him began to grow somber. The trees stood bare and twisted, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. No birdsong graced the air, and even the wind seemed to moan a mournful song.


At last, William crested the final hill and saw beneath a dark cloud over the three villages. William's heart ached at the sight. What had happened to the joyful villages, he thought?


As he coasted into the first village, William jingled his bicycle bell. The street was empty and the buildings seemed to lack any sign of life. Soon an old man peered out from behind a cracked door, his eyes wide with surprise at the sight of a stranger.


"What brings you to our cursed lands?" the old man croaked.


William smiled gently and replied, “I came here, good sir, because of the wonderful stories I had heard about your village, about the kindness of the villagers towards strangers, but all I see here is darkness.


The old man laughed. "Darkness? Yes, that's one word for it. Been this way since the Great Disagreement many years now. Each village blamed the other for the failed harvest, and words turned to fists, fists to feuds. Now we hardly remember what started it all, but the bitterness remains."


William expressed how sorry he was to hear of such tragedy and then handed him a Sunflower hoping it might bring a little joy.



After saying their goodbyes, William continued his travels and pedaled on to the second village. There, in the village square, he found a lone figure standing and holding aloft an ornate lantern that emitted a warm, golden glow. The light pushed back the shadows immediately around him, but the oppressive darkness loomed just beyond its reach.


William approached, intrigued. "Hello, friend," he called out. "May I ask what you're doing?"


The man turned, revealing a face etched with concern. "I'm Finn," he replied. "Once a monk, like yourself, I suspect. I'm trying to dispel this darkness with my lantern. It's a relic from the monastery and it is said to have the power to banish shadows. But..." Finn's shoulders sagged. "The darkness here is too heavy, too entrenched. I've been at it for days, but I've barely made a dent."


William dismounted his bicycle and stood beside Finn, gazing at the lantern's glow. "It's a noble effort," he said softly. "But perhaps this is a darkness too great for one light alone to conquer."


Finn nodded sadly. "I'm beginning to fear you're right. But I can't give up. These people have lived in shadow for too long."


William clasped Finn's shoulder. "Then we shall think on this together, my friend. Two minds are often brighter than one."


In the third village, William and Finn found a place to rest. The innkeeper, a kind, old woman offered them rooms and a hot meal for the evening.


That night, William dreamed. He stood atop a mountain, gazing up at a sky ablaze with stars. Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the heavens, its brilliance outshining all others. As it passed, William heard a chorus of joyful voices rising from the villages below. He saw countless pinpricks of light moving through the streets, coming together to form a radiant tapestry that pushed back the darkness.


William awoke with a gasp, his heart pounding with renewed purpose. He rushed to Finn's room, pounding on the door. "Finn! I've had a vision!"


As William shared his dream, Finn's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Of course!" he exclaimed. "My lantern alone wasn’t enough. But if everyone held a light, if every voice joined in song..."


"Exactly!" William grinned. "And I think I know how we can make it happen."


With a mischievous glint in his eye, William led Finn to his bicycle. "Hop on the back," he said. "We're going to bring some light to these villages."


And so, the pair set off, William pedaling with all his might while Finn perched precariously on the back, holding his glowing lantern high. As they rode through the three villages, William's bicycle bell chimed a melody of hope, while Finn's voice rang out, calling villagers to join their luminous procession.


"Come out, good people!" Finn cried. "Bring your lanterns, your candles, your hopes and dreams! Tonight, we banish the darkness together!"


Hesitantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm, people emerged from their homes. Each carried a light source – some old lanterns, others newly crafted candles, all glowing with a warmth that seemed to come from within the holders themselves.


The procession wound through narrow streets and across ancient bridges, growing larger with each passing moment. Voices joined in song, tentative at first, then swelling into a harmony of joy and hope. As they sang, the lights grew brighter, their combined glow pushing against the oppressive gloom.


As dawn broke, the villages found themselves bathed in sunlight for the first time in years. But their joy was tempered as they saw the toll the darkness had taken on their land. Fields lay barren, trees stood leafless, and the once-lush forest between the villages had been reduced to twisted, blighted shapes.


It was then that Magdalena appeared. The forest muse seemed to float rather than walk, her white dress flowing like water, hair adorned with vibrant wildflowers.


"My dear friends," Magdalena's voice rang out, clear as a mountain stream, "you have accomplished something truly remarkable. Through the power of unity and song, you've lifted the veil of darkness that has shrouded your homes for so long."


She gestured to the barren landscape around them, her expression full of hope and encouragement. "Now, a new journey begins – one of renewal and growth. Your combined light has prepared the way, but it will take love, joy, and dedicated effort to bring life back to this land. Are you ready to come together once more, to create beauty where there has been only blight?"


Inspired by her words, the villagers felt a surge of determination. Magdalena continued, her voice filled with excitement, "Imagine a path of wildflowers connecting your villages, a living symbol of your newfound unity. With hard work and care, we can make it a reality. Will you join me in this labor of love?"


The villagers, energized by Magdalena's vision, enthusiastically agreed. They set to work clearing the blighted land between their homes, preparing the soil, and planting the seeds Magdalena provided. As they worked side by side – people who had been bitter enemies just days before now shared stories, laughter, and dreams of a brighter future.


Weeks turned to months, and slowly but surely, a miracle unfolded. A riot of colorful wildflowers sprung up along the newly forged trail, attracting bees, butterflies, and birds. The renewal spread outward, breathing life back into fields and forests.


At the heart of the three villages, they created a Sunflower Park, its golden blooms a testament to resilience and hope with a large golden lantern placed in the center with its warm glow serving as a beacon of light for all who visited.


On the day the wildflower trail officially opened, villagers from all three communities gathered to celebrate. William, Finn, and Magdalena stood before the assembled crowd.


"My friends," William began, his voice carrying across the sea of faces, "look at what you have accomplished! You came together in song to banish the darkness, and then joined hands to heal your land. Remember this lesson well: it is not in isolation, but in community and shared passion that we find the strength to transform darkness into light."


Finn held his lantern high. "The light of hope burns within each of us," he added. "Alone, we are but a flicker. Together, we become a blazing beacon that no shadow can withstand."


Magdalena smiled, gesturing to the vibrant wildflowers swaying in the breeze. "And like these flowers, may your community continue to grow, each individual adding their unique beauty to create something greater than the sum of its parts. With love, joy, and dedicated effort, there is no transformation too great to achieve."


As the celebration continued long into the night, with music, dance, and laughter echoing across the once-silent valleys, William knew his work here was done. The next morning, he prepared his bicycle for the journey ahead, his heart full of joy at the transformation he had witnessed.


And as he pedaled away, with the sound of children's laughter and birdsong following him down the trail, William smiled as he threw sunflowers to all those running behind.

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