Deep within the awakening March hedgerow, beneath speckles of thorn blossom and amongst faded forgotten spiral shells rests the Primulus lepus.
The petals that grow upon her are as delicate as that of the sweetest songbirds egg painted in the softest butter shade. Emerging bumblebees visit her flowers without even realising she is there. For all her quietness I promise that if you sit on a sunny bank in late March you are sure to feel her presence capture your heart. A feeling of serene stillness in preparation for the bloom of magnificence.
It is time to rest those weary bones on the earth and enjoy the peace of this magical place. This is a place I have known for a very long time and have gratefully been gifted the ability to recreate the creatures that reside here in wool, thread and words.
I really hope that my sculptures bring you joy and that my blog posts about
The Whispering Wild and my life within it inspire you to help open your heart to my wild and creative life.
Much love and magic xx