I read a lovely post this morning about the Elder connecting us to our Ancestors. I love this plant, drying it for tea throughout the year, but had never thought to take its name literally. It has just begun to open up everywhere here and I brought some to the easel, an offering to what may be of my day’s work. The only other thought were a few little faces sketched with pen as I ate breakfast. The sun radiating from their heads. These two intentions fused and the most radiant and somehow familiar face shone though, open and vital. I had always imagined my ancestors to be old. In a place beyond time, why would they not choose to be young, vital and in their prime?!
Feathered Elder. Casein and Oil on Primed Board. 45 x 46 cm.