I walk back to my cooling hearth where the smoke from scented boughs darkens the hides, and there you wait beside the stones; did I forget to look for you so close to home? Your lap is the blanket of the past and your brown earth hands caress the future as it sleeps, you shake sweet berries from your pouch and now you reach to play the mending drum…
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Original painting: 4 ft/120 cms square, acrylic on board.Print: A4 (31×21 cms) heavy art card.
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