Badgers

'Well they’re all gone, but as for me the wild hare still runs as free and at dusk the badger travels still ancestral highways on the hill. I am a Cotswold bred as these and I still need these field and trees and I need the soil that bore my race and holds their bones beneath this place.' Extract of a Poem by Frank Mansell

I get very attached to my badgers and find it hard to let them go. The last few years have been hard for our beautiful badgers and I feel a poignancy whenever I paint them.

Upon the next Full Moon

The Magic Lantern

The Last Full Moon

Solstice Dreamer

Beneath this Place

At Dusk

The Yule Badger

Guardian of the Ancient Land

Night Foraging

The Badger's Moon

Guardian of the Winter Solstice