Oil on Canvas
45cm x 35cm or 17in x 13in.
The slow, cold thickened river moves past carrying a leaves like little boats. Curlew calls echo round the winter woods, falling down onto the water like mournful liquid sound. A morning breeze scribbles ruffled lines on the surface, meaning nothing but time passing. Reflections show other worlds, limped forests upside-down, mingling with the underwater forest of waving weed, so clear through the darkly mirrored water.