Past the wall of gray stones, through the trees,
In a house made of spells, full of books,
With a light in his eye and his mind,
There he waits – the Old Man of the Woods.
The Old Man of the Woods
Nine-stanza poem printed on linen paper with wood-grain cardstock covers, bound with linen thread. Original pen-and-ink illustrations made with oak gall ink. Vintage decorated capital letters. Hand-embellished with stamped crows and inked rune. Limited edition of 18 books. Hail Odin.
“He walks in the mud, moves aside the reeds
No clapping of wings, no motions around
Just the singing wind in an ominous silence
I’ll take you down there”
(Bigod 20, “The Bog”)
Polaroid photographs © Dver 2021
Photographs (Diana medium format film camera) © Dver 2021
A miniature wunderkammer for my wicked doll Thornapple. Featuring small curiosities I found in nature or grew in my garden. A new addition to her portable fold-out wardrobe.
Photographs (Diana medium format film camera) © Dver 2020
“We are artists and artisans; seers and diviners; priests; hermits; devout; spirit-led. We are the inheritors of a tradition more ancient than history, a tradition as old as ritual itself.”
Visit Dver on Numen Arts, a group for polytheist artists.
Novelty camera photographs © Dver
More photos available on my Masks & Monsters blog.
thrifted doll with fake fur suit, sheepskin, cardboard, bells, hemp twine, wood dowel, plastic greenery, black marker, egg tempera paint, varnish, battery-powered light
When I finally tire of this life
I will lay myself down in the bog
And my breath will escape in a sigh
Indistinguishable from the fog
Polaroid photographs and poem © Dver
broken plaster life mask (found), natural earth pigment egg tempera paint, real dried lichens, wool roving