My mother had the most beautiful negligees from her wedding shower and what not. Four or five ethereal, knee-length, white, cream and pastel dresses with layered skirts and matching peignoirs. Being the incredibly generous person that she is, she let her three daughters run amok wearing her gowns, despite of the likelihood of tears and grass stains. My sisters and I danced around our seven-acre farm in the moonlight, pretending to be fairies, and princesses, and elves. So when I created the image of the four seasons in “Saint George and the Dragon,” I tried to instill the mood and magic of that special time in my life.