This piece of work was begun about two years ago and has sat brooding and unfinished in a corner of my studio for all that time. You see, I had books to do, six in all, and then The Lost Words, and deadlines were tight on all of the books and I had no time to paint the strangeness that dwells in my dreaming mind. Until now.
For I have given myself a Sabbatical from books, after twenty five years of working from contract to contract. For a while I will wander where I will, drawing hares, painting, writing and thinking.
Love the gold remnant from the Sail-Eared Earth Surfer.
And I have been gilding more stones, to leave in the landscape.