Sitting at my desk this week I haven't needed music or radio to keep me company. Outside at times it sounded as if the sea was on my doorstep. The trees danced to a wild wind symphony while I watched from the window, cosy indoors.
This week has been remembrance week and with that fierce wind blowing maybe on the 11th hour we heard those souls that have passed a little more clearly.
Here is my Grandad. (Grampy) in 1916.
And here he is older with my Nan.
It was on a theme of remembrance that a heart hanger took shape this week.
The Exmoor Emperor will join the spirits on the wind now. I have painted a little tribute to him here.
There is a place beyond those heather clothed gentle hills where you run free. Deep within the starry constellations. Forever be.
The Exmoor Emperor was a stag that stood nine feet tall and was sadly killed by a trophy hunter a few weeks ago.
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It's strange how things seem interconnected sometimes. I painted a remembrance heart, in remembrance week. The painting was connected to Exmoor and so was a surprise package that arrived on my doorstep the other morning. Inside was a note that said the lovely parcel carefully wrapped in pink tisssue paper had been especially made for me. A thankyou gift for inspiring her.
I opened it and revealed the most beautiful glass hanger...
Lizzie. I will treasure it and soon hang it in my little wooden studio. :) x
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The Exmoor Emperor heart is now for sale in my shop.
Take care in this windy weather. x