Painting last week, this wee figure appeared under my brush, quite unexpectedly. Where did he or she come from? Is it a Neolithic person who might have assembled that craggy and creviced stone circle nearby? Could it be a Druid or rotund monk? Or perhaps a fabled wee one?
No matter. Popping out of my imagination, this creature with little feet and a hooded cloak is most welcome.
This spread started out as an experiment to see how watercolors washed over bits of foil. It turned out to a little time travelogue. I love it when this happens!