A Spell for Beauty.

Today when I walked I found some cow's eggs, tangled tight and watered by fog. Rare ones, from the Welsh Black.
Back home I prepared a print that is going to America once it has been mounted.

 

Finally I began work on the last piece from The Cat and the Fiddle. And I wondered what it would feel like when it is finished. It has been a long haul.

 

The fair maid who on the first of May

Goes to the field at break of day

And washes in the dew of the hawthorne tree

Will ever more handsome be.

Working early

Early morning doodling with gold onto prints and the sun coming up onto a frosted world again. Outside lapwings call.
In the garden there are abstract ice landscapes.

 

There is a room of prints in The House of Golden Dreams but not all are there, as I have prints for The Snow Leopard and also some not connected with books. There are more on my website. Each one is slightly individual as with most of the prints I doodle over them with gold paint, sign and number.

The Guardians in-situ and the dreams of birds

Cold and outside rain is falling. I was sent this photograph today from a friend I was at college with. The print came back from the framers and onto the wall in minutes I think. Looking forward to visiting it, but in the meantime it is lovely to see where it is. I love seeing my paintings in their natural habitat, or maybe I just love having a nose around other people's houses.

In rain sodden fields that freeze lapwings sleep, but something disturbs their sleep tonight. They call a sharp 'pee-wit' across the fields. Perhaps a fox. Perhaps a lapwing's unquiet dreams of night flight.