This drawing was not based upon a dream, but came to me after spending an evening in the forest alone, during a gibbous, waxing moon. It was a pleasant visit to the woods, but the walk home became quite eerie, and the feeling of being an interloper was intense. Once home and in bed, I was plagued (or blessed) with the impressions of nymphs, fauns, dryads, all collating into the definitive primal Woods-Witch. Ceremoniously painted, feminine, predatory, beautiful, and feral all at once. I jumped out of bed before sleep could take her from me and jotted a quick sketch; that sketch was barely changed at all from the final drawing.
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