Lord Jagged of Canaria
The Navigator
There is a stone in my head, a flower in my throat
The Wren Prince II - Riding the Salmon of Knowledge
The shell is broken
A commission of Brigid for @bloodtreachery (awww, it was SUCH a pleasure to do it!). I put an emphasis on her aspect as a poet, hence the fire of poetry ablaze! The poem in the flames is a liberal translation of these lines from The Hosting of the Sidhe into Old Irish (courtesy of my wonderful husband):
...if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.
I draw things ancient, magical and dead.Visual artist and photographer (he/him) based in Ireland.Art tagPhotography tagReblogs
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