The Conjuring
Ink on mat board scrap.
He loomed like some sentinel of the forest, conjured from the very core of the soil, born of the trees;
born of my imagination. His flesh was the fiber of the woodlands. His breath carried the aroma of earth.
He knew my name and though I dared not speak it, though it danced so lightly on the tip of my tongue,
I knew his. I had summoned him through my will and my ache .
Mounted Original is Available: $200
