Enter the Secret Realm
Forest Steps in Progress. Bainbridge Island, WA
Forest Steps 24x30 Acrylic on Canvas
Hi, I'm Barbara Ferrier.
Filmmakers use storyboards to plan movies. I painted this world and its characters before I wrote the Secret Realm Novels.
After working as a television producer in Los Angeles, I wanted to create original stories, have easy access to nature, and be available for my daughters. I moved to Bainbridge Island, Washington, where I set up a studio in a protected wetland.
Surrounded by ancient trees and shifting light, I began painting landscapes—and as I painted, the Secret Realm came to life. I kept notes for the stories and characters as the world took shape on canvas.
The novels followed.
See those footprints? Follow them under the arch-and the Portal will open for you.
Eventide 36x48 Acrylic on Canvas, Barbara Ferrier 2022
Sylviana Wolfspirit 24x18 Acrylic on Canvas 2014
Sylvia is one of the Legends. Enjoy her story in Fire Goddess here. She also appears in the Keepers in Keepers of the Secret Realm - along with her Magic Wolves, of course.
Secret Passage 12x12 Acrylic on Birch Board. Sold
The Violinist. Ancestor of Music. She appears in Magic Invitation and in the Apprentice Mage books. Sworn to protect the Realm, her music heals.
The Violinist, 24x18 Acrylic on Canvas 2013
My heroes—advisors, teachers, and good friends—inspired the magic wizards, the Keepers, and the Legends of the Secret Realm.
The toxic ones?
The "my way or the highway" types?
They inspired the villains.
Writing those scenes gave me cringeworthy goosebumps while I couldn't stop laughing.
You'll see what I mean.
Yote The Ancient one. 6x6 Acrylic on Birch - sold
Where Story and Art Collide
The Secret Realm's forests, mountains, and hidden passes were inspired by the Pacific Northwest, the high desert of New Mexico, and the Himalayan foothills of Nepal.
Each piece is an original painting—one of a kind, and comes with a Certificate of Authenticity.
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About the Characters
While living outside Kathmandu in a mud-hut village and making my first documentary film, I discovered the ancient Tantric color traditions inside Nepal's shrines.
The peaceful atmosphere, pastels, and bold jewel tones stole my heart—and established my color palette.
About the Colors
Perfect Flow 12x12 Acrylic on Cradled Birch 2018
When you're walking along the beach to the portal at Sunset, this is the view.
Secret Falls, 2019 24x12 Acrylic on Canvas - Sold
Excerpt: From Lost City, Book Two. Keepers of the Secret Realm
“We’re taking a Spirit Trail,” Kris said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “Here’s how it works. Feel yourself there. Concentrate until it feels real.”
Jaime closed his eyes. The incredible rush of diving off the cliff into clear emerald water—he let the sensation wash over him until the memories pulsed and felt alive.
Kris murmured into a crystal unlike any Jaime had ever seen. It was made from the heart of a petrified tree, shaped into a prism of clear amber. It glowed faintly in Kris’s hand. “I will arrive with my nephew, Jaime, to visit.”
Kris slipped an arm around his shoulder. “Now. Turn those wonderful memories even brighter. Stronger. We’ll stand right here, and she’ll take us to where she is. This is a Spirit Trail we made together. It’s our secret—and now it’s yours, too.” Their smiles shown with boyish excitement.
Jaime’s heart raced. He was about to walk a secret trail with his uncle. Childhood dreams stirred inside him from all the stories Kris had shared.
Light bloomed for a second, then everything went back to normal. But when Jaime opened his eyes, there was a golden channel of light pouring down through the forest canopy. Leaves, pink and white, shimmered like stained glass overhead. Before them stretched a narrow river, cliffs rose on either side, and at its end, a waterfall roared.
“This is the Secret Falls,” Kris whispered. “It’s a treasure.” His grin widened.
The Ancestor of the Forest appeared.
The Ancestor of the Forest, the Maiden, protects the Secret Realm. Kris became good friends with her when he was trying to recover Arendel's magic - the magic in his soul. (Legends of the Secret Realm)
In Keepers, book two, Kris takes Jaime to meet her. Jaime's magic dramatically transforms. His new abilities change everything for his team.
Maiden Falls, 12x12 Acrylic on cradled Birch Panel 2018
The Violinist. Ancestor of Music. She appears in Magic Invitation and in the Apprentice Mage books. Sworn to protect the Realm, her music heals.
Kris took Relle to Earth when she was six, after she stopped the King and became a target. To keep her safe, they removed her memories. Now back in the Secret Realm, Relle leads her friends from Earth, while even the wizards rely on her rare ability to speak with the planet’s guardians.
Kassara, Keeper. Healer. Spy. 36x48 Acrylic on Canvas
Always at the top of her class on Earth, Kassara didn't believe in magic. She refused to consider anything that wasn't logical. Eldor, Senior Wizard and trainer, finally got through to her...
Relle, Keeper. Intuitive. Leader. 36x36 Acrylic on Canvas
Begin reading The Keepers with
Magic Invitation here
How this project Began
I arrived in the emergency room at 2:00 am. By 9:00, I was getting settled in my hospital bed, sleep-deprived. Bleary-eyed. In pain.
My left hand was the size of a baseball glove. I couldn't move my fingers. My hand was elevated above my heart.
But my brain was working overtime. I kept thinking the same question: what did I overlook about my hands? There simply had to be a reason they were so dramatically brought to my attention.
When I woke hours later, the answer was clear.
I was on my way to study film, write stories, design characters and locations, and I needed a stand-in for actors and sets.
Storyboards. Costumes. People. All of it required one thing.
Drawing.
Part of me didn't believe I could do it. My elementary school attempts at drawings always landed in the "You Suck" pile.
But the belief that I couldn't simply melted away. The teacher's opinion didn't matter—not anymore.
I would do it anyway.
Learning to draw was one of the most difficult goals I ever chose.
Thankfully, I had an old standby rule that got me through: Just try. For five minutes. No judgment. It's okay to throw it out. It's okay to like it. It's okay to keep going. No pressure.
I learned to write novels the same way. A timer is one of the most powerful tools there is—but I digress.
Art school wasn't my cup of tea. But it taught me that to reach my goals I should rely on
"Lumiel," the barefoot wizard from the Secret Realm, "understood rebellion personally. It rose from something real—experiences that demanded defiance." Fire Goddess,
This interference, the speed bumps, embodied my villains perfectly. Narcissistic. Psychopathic. Sadistic.
Straight from Central Casting, wouldn't you say?
My friends, coworkers, and favorite professors became the good guys - wizards and heroes.
In the end, it was that promise I made to myself in the hospital all those years ago that kept me going—along with a willingness to keep trying - five minutes at a time.