Acrylic ink and water on paper digitized and animated for Makersplace. The physical piece is also available if you wish to purchase it with the digital work. Please contact me for details if so. –-o--
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires.... ~ Hardy