Down the Rushy Glen. SOLD 🔴
A mysterious painting that almost seemed to paint itself! Down the Rushy Glen is a line from a poem that my Mother used to recite and I really feel that this is the place. A liminal space where day meets night and the pool glitters in the setting sun. The first owls leave their roost and the mysteries of nighttime begin.
Mixed media on handmade paper presented in a handmade frame.
A mysterious painting that almost seemed to paint itself! Down the Rushy Glen is a line from a poem that my Mother used to recite and I really feel that this is the place. A liminal space where day meets night and the pool glitters in the setting sun. The first owls leave their roost and the mysteries of nighttime begin.
Mixed media on handmade paper presented in a handmade frame.
A mysterious painting that almost seemed to paint itself! Down the Rushy Glen is a line from a poem that my Mother used to recite and I really feel that this is the place. A liminal space where day meets night and the pool glitters in the setting sun. The first owls leave their roost and the mysteries of nighttime begin.
Mixed media on handmade paper presented in a handmade frame.