A5 Square (148 x 148mm) mini art print
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Fae lights glow amongst the dusky plum boughs of the Faewood.
See companion piece, Autumn Wilds No. 2 below:
A5 Square (148 x 148mm) mini art print
400gsm premium card | Gloss finish | Reverse side is blank
Dark, rough-barked trees with purple flowers twist into the misty distance of the Darkwood. Small glowing ferns grow in the shadows.
Illustration by Zack Castro in collaboration with Bright Witch.
A5 Square (148 x 148mm) mini art print
400gsm premium card | Gloss finish | Reverse side is blank
A crescent moon illuminates the indigo fabric of a star-spangled sky. Dark trees silhouette the landscape of the outer Darkwood, fireflies dancing amongst the boughs.
A5 Square (148 x 148mm) mini art print
400gsm premium card | Gloss finish | Reverse side is blank
The setting of the sun sets the skies alight over the glowing banks of the Faewood.
A5 Square (148 x 148mm) mini art print
400gsm premium card | Gloss finish | Reverse side is blank
A constellation of clouds drifts over the fields of Faewood as stars wink over a small cosmos of flowers.
A6 mini print art card
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Moonrise over the canopy of the Faewood invites all kinds of magic to play. Lunar lights and midnight shadows dance together and weave alchemy.
Explore more of the mysteries and magics of the Faewood:
A6 mini print art card
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Add the ethereal mysteries of the Darkwood to your wall, desk, altar, journal, or art collection!
Two forms of one fox encircle the shining silver light of its soul. The Anatomy of Spirits depicts the spectral nature of the creatures residing within the deepest Darkwood.
Read about the lore of the Faewood and mysteries of the Darkwood:
A6 mini print art card
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Add the magic of the Faewood to your wall, desk, altar, journal, or art collection!
The wood witch Marmalade sits with her chaotic companion, Marmot. Together, they watch the sun setting over the distant majesty of the Faewood, sharing a cup of tea and a grass scone (Marmot’s very own creation).
Magic and whispered wishes drift by on the early autumn breeze as secrets stir in the sun-dappled shadows.
Read about the adventures of Marmot & Marmalade and the mysteries of the Faewood:
Digital painting by Zack M Castro.
A6 mini print art card
400gsm premium card | Matt finish | Reverse side is blank
The Faewood trusts those who whisper kindly to its mossy branches and dew dampened corals. It trusts those who tread carefully along wild paths of stone and crystal as the moon rises before dawn.
The Faewood trusts those who venture past their fear into the deeper shadows, where flowers sing themselves to sleep and do not wake until the constellations turn.
The Faewood trusts those who ask permission to gather its fallen sticks and tumbled stones, and offer thanks for such gifts. The Faewood trusts those who know gratitude might be shown as a curtsy, or a kiss, or a caress along the tops of ferns.
The Faewood trusts those who test their limits to understand a realm beyond themselves. Who cradle new knowledge like secret flowers growing untamed within the wild gardens of their hearts.
The Faewood trusts those who tend its life without trying to reshape its nature into something small and pretty and neat.
The Faewood trusts those who understand that chaos, when properly inspired, is the mother of new magic.
A crystalline path entreats wanderers into the depths of the Faewood as a crescent moon rises in the midnight sky.
The ethereal lights of ferrifae glimmer from the depths of the forest where the Faewood meets the edge of the Darkwood.
Read about the lore of the Faewood and mysteries of the Darkwood:
A6 mini print art card
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You are starfire come to life.
Your atoms were forged at the edge of time, along the ley lines of newborn galaxies.
You are conscious chemistry, making yourself new with each inhaled fragrance and expelled giggle.
Your nerves were shaped by rolling tides of moss and moonlight.
Your mind was stitched within an oasis of blue and green and birdsong.
You are an unspooling wand of gold and earth and polar ribbons.
And at the centre of you beats a jewel brighter than daylight.
You are magnificent.