The yellow stalks of the marsh reeds shake in the wind in late winter. This landscape is hidden, yet in plain sight. For those who have witnessed it, no introduction is needed. The gloomy skies and a biting wind will be all too familiar.

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It is the 6th January and the arrival of the kings, or indeed the coming of the King, is being broadcast to the silent marshes by the bubbling, liquid trilling of Carduelis Carduelis. No one listens.

60x60cm, Acrylic and Reed on Canvas.
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