Fae
 
A dreadful fae, born of thorns and the crisp, sweet demise that rolls in beneath the chill breath of fall, carries weights greater than the compressed thoughts falling into black holes to keep her children safe. This one is a bit of a throwback: I painted this in 2011. A somewhat chaotic piece painted years ago. This one went home with someone at the 2012 For the Love of Artists show hosted by Kettle every year.