Date registered: July 2, 2014
Oct 08
Oct 08
Oct 08
“Moonrise“
Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.
Artist Commentary: I spent Saturday on the edge of the Eastern Sea, north of the Great River, and nigh unto the woodlands of the Owls. Here the shores are peaceful; here are sands, and rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea, and long miles of blue and emerald waves breaking upon the beach. I walked the long tide line until I came to a trail that led up from the sands. And from the rocks overlooking the bay, I could descry Galma across the waters, with her white beaches and wooded shores fading to crimsons and purples in the waning light.
I rested here while the sun set, and just ere the light failed, I heard the delicate clicking of hooves on stone. A faun, coming from the forest, was trotting toward the highest point of the rocks, and there he rested, watching the endless, breaking waves. Soon an owl circled down from the trees and joined him; both sat and breathed in the peace and calm of evening. The glimmers of the first moon of autumn, the Harvest Moon, began to show on the horizon, and soon she rose, grandly, flinging a gold and silver path down upon the waters. It beckoned us all, stretching from the sands below us to the very shores of Aslan’s Country, and I knew we all thought, as a single person, how we wished that we might walk that gilded highway this night….
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Oct 08
“Forest Dweller”
Oil on canvas, 21″x13″ wide.
Artist Commentary: I spent Saturday in the Anne’s Wood near Cornwall. The early morning was misty and cool, but the trees were lush and dripping with dew on this summer’s day. There was a scent in the air that didn’t seem quite right; a sense time dilating, and breezes heavy with memories of other times.
The wood was lush, dark, and filled with birdsong. But ere long I also heard a whistling coming along the path behind me. A young lad soon strode into sight. And for a moment, both of us stood in shock at the sight of each other. The youth was clad in raiment I had never seen other than at a Renaissance Faire; he, likewise, must have been equally startled at my modern clothing.
But, we had no time to discover why we were each clad in such strange garb. A booming sound came from the forest deeps south and east of where we stood, and, with the ground shaking around us, we each fled to an ancient tree for cover. Soon the quaking was upon us, and against the brilliant rays of the morning sun we espied a figure, immense and brooding, striding through the forest glades. Unkempt the giant appeared, and he was sniffing the air as if smelling something unfamiliar. Upon his shoulder rested an entire tree trunk, which served him as a club.
Thankfully, the monster did not slacken its pace, but proceeded westward, scanning the forest floor and sniffing for its prey. I feared that the two of us were its quarry, and, with a silent farewell, the youth and I each went our separate ways: for my part, I sought out the forest eaves. I knew not where the lad sought safety….
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Oct 08
“Scatha the Wyrm“
Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.
Artist Commentary: I spent these last many days in the upper reaches of the Anduin, between the mountains and the verdant eaves of Greenwood the Great. I had come to visit the peoples of Fram, and I heard when I arrived that he and his warriors had departed from the city just the day before. They had ventured into the crags of the Misty Mountains to track and destroy a dragon that was preying on Fram’s people, their kine, and their horses.
Scatha they called the Wyrm, and whether that uncouth moniker came from Fram’s folk or from the beast itself, none knew. The serpent was flightless, but it could burrow deep into the bowels of the earth and hide itself well among the roots of the mountains. Still, it was a fire drake and no craven, and the blackened wasteland that fringed the northernmost borders of the Greenwood spoke of the destructive might of its breath.
I tracked the trail of the King’s men and came at long last to the scene of battle. Scatha’s ruin had been wrought by Fram himself. And I marveled then at the raw courage that must inhabit such a breast as his when I pondered the enormity of the serpent and the destruction it had wrought in its death throes. I could only wonder then what might happen should another of Scatha’s foul breed return some day, fully grown and borne on leathery wings, to settle the score with Fram’s heirs.
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