You can’t really tell yet, but that’s Elen I’m painting, the lost pagan horned goddess of British folklore. She’s Mama deer, spiritual consort, Shamanic pathfinder of ley lines and a divine fertility being.
“We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.” Ovid
A reproduction of my piece “Space enough have I, to lie in such a prison” was recently included at ‘The Studio and Gallery’ exhibit ‘Splendor Solis, which is based on an alchemist grimoire of the same name from 1532.
11″ x 14″ Archival ink of velvet paper signed, dated and numbered
This is me, applying the final flourishes to a piece that may turn out to be called “Infernal Pitts shall never hold celestial spirits in bondage”, which of course is a couplet from Paradise Lost, but may end up being called ‘spirits unbound’ because it’s far easier to remember at my age.
Though it may seem a little premature, best laid plans being what they are, I thought I would let you all know where a majority of my focus is going to be for the next fourteen months.