Find the Child
I followed a memory deep into the woods, the song of his hoofbeats beating beyond the wild roots. Over the mushrooms and away in the trees. I found him lingering there in the meadows, inviting me once more to dance by his side.
This piece is an ode to the wild places we often forget as we age. Mushrooms often symbolize a kind of decay within my work, something that eats away at our fundamental selves, yet the carefree fawn skips past these and invites us to join him in the glorious reclamation of our own inward children.
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Medium: Watercolour on board.
I followed a memory deep into the woods, the song of his hoofbeats beating beyond the wild roots. Over the mushrooms and away in the trees. I found him lingering there in the meadows, inviting me once more to dance by his side.
This piece is an ode to the wild places we often forget as we age. Mushrooms often symbolize a kind of decay within my work, something that eats away at our fundamental selves, yet the carefree fawn skips past these and invites us to join him in the glorious reclamation of our own inward children.
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Medium: Watercolour on board.
I followed a memory deep into the woods, the song of his hoofbeats beating beyond the wild roots. Over the mushrooms and away in the trees. I found him lingering there in the meadows, inviting me once more to dance by his side.
This piece is an ode to the wild places we often forget as we age. Mushrooms often symbolize a kind of decay within my work, something that eats away at our fundamental selves, yet the carefree fawn skips past these and invites us to join him in the glorious reclamation of our own inward children.
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Medium: Watercolour on board.