I dwell where the land breathes oldest—within the ancient woodlands of the Royal Forest of Dean, the land atwixt two rivers: the Wye and the Severn. My little stone cottage lies tucked deep in the trees, up a forest track few ever walk. The trees here have watched the world turn for an age. The paths are older than memory. And the creatures who move through this place—fox, owl, badger, kingfisher—are more than wildlife. They are story-bearers. They are guardians.
I walk these woods daily. Not for exercise, but for communion. The moss speaks. The rivers listen. The wind carries fragments of something half-remembered. It’s from this quiet, mythic place that Echoes of the Woodland Realm was born—not as a project, but as a remembering.
My artwork isn’t just art. It’s ritual. Each creature I draw is a guardian summoned—an emotional protector, a keeper of balance, a whisper of what we’ve forgotten. These beings gather across series and seasons to form a living myth. They are not passive portraits. They are active participants in a story still unfolding.
The woodland realm calls for guardians. And the future asks to be remembered.
Through Echoes of the Woodland Realm, I honour the wild ones who walk beside us—those who protect the land even when we’re too busy to notice. My art is a call to slow down, to listen, to rejoin the circle.
You’re invited to walk with me. To help shape the realm. To become part of the myth.