The Wee Wildling, and where it all began.
Like shed skins,
we have walked many paths in our lifetimes.
Occasionally we recognize the route, the next, the destination only reveals itself upon arrival.
But where do we go to when we dream?
Perhaps I follow my own nature or perhaps the mother line deep down in the mordant soil. Regardless the path is made by walking.
In my case it would seem I follow the deer paths into the dark heart of the forest.
The wildling in me never rests, I see her in my sleep and she insists I make her real. So this is she, and she is me.
The heart of my hearth, the storm in my story, and she has been waiting impatiently for me. Lovely in her loneliness but now we are one, the time has come to run free.
Unkempt, feral hair; green eyes that see as alert as her coat of red. Anima magick in the mortal coil.
The illustration is professionally printed on 250gsm artist-quality archival paper.
The paper compliments the original texture of the painting without sparing colour rendition.
Printed edge to edge, with no border and ready to frame.
Colours may vary slightly from your computer screen.
As with all art, it is best to keep out of direct sunlight to reduce the risk of fading.
A4 Print 210mm x 297mm
All prints are sustainably packaged, curated with Mother Earth in mind.
Prints will be delivered sandwiched between thick card to keep them safe n secure.