Twigjack

Whew. Several days of beating my head against an acrylic canvas later we have...the twigjack. (The name comes from the books of Robert Holdstock, where various mythological constructs were called "jacks."

My mother, who paints tree bark to make strong men weep, helped me out immensely via long-distance on this one, as I called up going "Mommmmm! The bark looks 3-D but the trunk looks flat, not like a cylinder! Helllllp!" I have a great mother.

This one is, for me, enormous, being a whopping 24 x 36. Prints available, and, of course, Mr. Original is for sale. E-mail if interested in either one.