Clay, Acrylics and Natural materials on wood

12.5”x 24.5”

Framed

There is a Trumpet Vine growing on a fence in our garden. Every spring, I prune the previous year’s growth back. I am struck by the intricate nature of the remaining shoots and stems. A fascinating natural sculpture in its own right. Looking at it, I just had to put a face to it. So here he is.

“O, what a tangled web we weave when we first we practice to deceive!”

Walter Scott