Wellspring of Feather and Stone
A one of a kind giclle art print 21 x 30 cm A4 size. Created from premium cotton rag 250gm paper, giclee inks, and gold paint . Colour longevity for over 90 years,
Wellspring of Feather and Stone
Hidden deep within the folds of the wildwood, where the veilbetween worlds grows thin, lies the wellspringof Feather and stone - a sacred place where water holds the memory of all things, and spirit moves in silence of wings.
At it´s heart stands the Guardian, an ancient crone crowned with golden willow, her hair flowing like roots into the waters below. She is the spirit of the land, both protector and oracle, grown from the soil of forgotten stories, Her face is carved by time, her eyes alight with the reflection of moonlit truths.
Above her, the full moon glows - a symbol of intuition, cycles, and hidden knowledge. It´s light spills into the water, illuminating the labyrinth carved into the stone beneath the surface: a sacred labyrinth, winding not to confuse, but to reveal. It is the path of the initiate, the spiral inward to the souls quiet knowing.
Two herons guard the well - one white, the other shadowed in silver and blue. The white heron is a creature of air and spirit, a messenger between worlds, offering clarity and higher sight. The darker heron, forged of twilight and mist, is the keeper of shadowed wisdom and the depths of the subconscious. Together, they balance light and dark, above and below, wingtip to wingtip.
Their feathers echo with whispers of ancestral magic, protection, and transformation. To drink from this well is to remember who you are beneath your name. To approach it is to be seen by the Guardian, and judged not by your perfection, but by your truth.
The stone holds steady, ancientand listening. It is the memory of the earth, a witness to all who have come before . It grounds the ephemeral, anchoring feather to form, dream to deed.
This is not merely a well, but a living portal, a ritual space where sould meets mystery. Offerings made here - be they tears, songs, or silent intentions, are carried by the herons to the spirit realms and echoed back in signs, dreams, and sacred shifts.
This is a place where the visible and invisible entwine. A sanctuary of balance, guarded by wing and root, where those who seek with an open heart may find more than they imagined and nothing they expected.
Many thanks, Beth