Laying prostrate at the throne of Johanna

Once upon a time there was a young, beauteous, humble girl named...Trebecca.
Trebecca was busy making her way through a chaotic existence on an average Wednesday evening, fraught with baby mucus all over her shoulders, a pile of grading to sift through at her feet, and a pink princess pumpkin-carving birthday party for a 4-year-old to plan.
Alas, Trebecca sat down at her humble iMac (after luring her husband from the computer with ice cream) to find some peace and solitude.
Hark!! At once Trebecca was shaken from her sleepy noddings as she came across something wonderous that washed over her busy brain like a warm, tingling massage. Images of luminous settings, quirky, bendy people, and textures of great complexity filled the room. Like this one:

Trebecca marveled at the dream-like visions created with simple outlines and muted colors. She gasped at the sparkly stars and the warm, glowing light. These pictures reminded Trebecca of a fairy world, lit from within, of nighttime escapades that are both sweet and a bit sinister too. These pictures had an aged, almost antique feeling and had patterns reminiscent of Art Noveau and Islamic tiles...and strange people ringing of Edward Gorey. Trebecca sighed with pleasure, for browsing through this artwork allowed her to lose herself in a completely unique world in which little bendy people dance until dawn and then curl up in their cozy, patched-up, nests to sleep all that merry-making off until morning. Now if only Trebecca could find something in her worn-out wardrobe to wear tomorrow... or could stop worrying about the dangers of plastic baby bottles...or could walk downstairs and have one of those fairy people grade all of her Egyptian Art essays...now that would be perfect.