This week I have walked in the Wild Wood.
Peered over walls
and been inspired by this magical, mythical landscape in which I live.
More prosaically, the wolf has watched her boy climb trees - the one place she cannot join him.
I have begun work on a new piece - a song of Winter, forming slowly.
'Across Waye Hill'
ink and watercolour
And I have managed two other pieces this week. A quick landscape that you may recognise from last week's photos.
And this :
'The Moth Magician'
I love this one, and am reluctant to part with it. However, prints of her are now in my Etsy shop :)