oil on collaged canvas, 91 x 91 cm
Almost hidden in the foliage of honeysuckle and clematis under the pergola, by my tall garden gate, the delicate roe buck doesn’t quite look us in the eye. He is a thought-beast, like Ted Hughes’ thought-fox, there to remind us of what we humans take when we make our homes on green fields, and grow our food where once was wild wood.
